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JUST  PUBLISHED: 

A   new   Liberal   Song    Book,  entitled 

Songs  of  the  Morning, 

ORKilXAL  AM)  SELECTED. 

By  CALEB  S.  VVEEKS. 

IN  TWO  VOLUMES.     EACH  VOLUME  COMPLETE  IN 
ITSELF. 

Vol.  I.  Original,  including  Responses  to  Old  Hymns, 

and  Old  Hymns  in  Kesponding  Versions. 

Vol.  11.  Selections. 


The  first  Volume— the  Original  Songs— Now  Ready. 


It  is  gotten  up  in  excellent  style,  on  good  thick  paper, 
from  large,  new  type.  It  contains  an  alphabetical  in- 
de.x  of  Song  titles  ;  another  of  first  lines  of  Songs,  and 
an  index  of  tunes  suitable  for  the  Songs. 

One  haK  or  more  of  Hie  Songs  are  new  and  original, 
and  the  rest  original  responses  to  old  Hymns,  Songs 
and  Doxologies.  Nearly  all  of  the  most  popular  old 
Hymns,  which  were  formerly  sung  with  religious  fervor, 
and  some  of  Moody  and  Sankey's,  are  resurrected  with 
a  changed  body  and  a  new,  live  soul  of  truth  and  rational 
philosophy. 

The  author  is  well  known  as  a  Liberalist  Songster. 
He  was  one  of  the  chief  contributois  to  the  Truth 
Seeker's  collection.  His  Son^is  have  been  highly  com- 
mended. One  of  our  correspondents  in  1877  called  him 
"  That  Wonderful  American  Mocking  Bird,  who  sings 
us  the  old  songs  with  variations,  and  all  the  modern  im- 
provements." 

The  first  volume  consists  of  212  pages,  and  contains 
all  of  the  Original  Songs.  The  Selections  may  be  pub- 
lished as  a  second  volume  at  a  future  time. 

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ORIGINAL  AND  SELECTED. 

By     CALEB     S.    WEEKS. 

IN  TWO   VOLUMES. 


Vol.  I.  Original — including  Responses  to  Old  Hymns, 

AND   Old  Hymns  in  Responding  Versions. 

Vol.  ii.  Selections. 


Vol.  I. 


NEW    YORK: 

THE    TRUTH  SEEKER  OFFICE, 

21  Clinton  Place. 

188.-5. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1881, 

By  CALEB  S.  WEEKS. 

In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,-  at  Washington 


TO    ALL    WHO, 
SOUL-INSPIRED    BY    THE    LIGHT    OF 

OUR    manhood's    dawning    morning, 

WOULD    IN    S(^NG    GIVE    VENT 

TO    THEIR    N  E  W  L  V  -  A  W  A  K  E  N  I  N  G     L  I  F  E, 

BUT    ARE    NOT    VET    ABLE    TO    GIVE    IT 

BETTER    EXPRESSION. 


INTRODUCTORY  REMARKS. 

There  is,  I  believe,  no  more  urgent  need  among 
those  who  are  awaking  from  the  night  of  supersti- 
tion than  that  the  newly-toned  melody  of  their 
souls  should  find  free  expression  in  songs  which 
honor  and  aid,  rather  than  abase  and  check  the 
rational  faculties,  thus  inspiring  the  emotions 
while  freeing,  enlightening,  and  exalting  them. 
This  need  is  greatest  where  consciousness  of  it  is 
least.  Songs  are  wanted  which  shall  help  intellect 
and  intuition  in  their  efforts  to  unite  their  coun- 
terpart elements  so  as  to  form  completed  manly 
reason — reason  which  need  not  war  upon  the  soul's 
emotions  in  order  to  defend  its  own  existence,  but 
which,  clear-sighted,  can  see  through  all  mytho- 
logic  mists,  and  readily  separate  living  truths  from 
the  dead,  decaying  dogmas  which  ecclesiasticisms 
would  retain  with  them.  Then  it  will  not  only 
clear  and  enlarge  its  own  field,  but  also  expand 
and  intensify  all  the  spiritual  sensibilities  and 
powers,  making  all  the  human  faculties  co-w(;rk- 
ers  for  truth  and  human  happiness. 

Many  of  those  wlio  have  consciously  rejected 
the  dogmas  of  old  superstition  are  yet  in  the  acute 
stage  of  the  outer  intellect's  strife  for  libertv  to 
unfold  reason's  commencing  life.  Perceiving  how 
effective  a  use  ecclesiastical  institutions  and  pow- 
ers make  of  singing  to  enslave  the  emoticjns  to 
superstition,  they  half-suppose  that  music  and 
emotion  united  must  be  a  foe  to  intellectual  free- 
dom, and  tluis  they  leave  tliis  powerful  means  of 
Nature's  grace  to  work  against  them,  while  they 
are  chilled  and  benumbed  ff)r  want  of  it. 


INTRODUCTORY    REiMARKS.  V 

The'  some  have  logically  perceived,  and  some, 
not  so  seeing,  have,  in  moments  of  inspiration, 
intuitively  discerned  the  relation  of  such  music  to 
their  needs,  and  poured  forth  their  souls  in  song, 
yet  most  of  the  religiously  freed  are  still  shivering 
amid  the  fetid  emanations  of  decomposing  dogmas, 
which  they  linger  to  fight,  as  if  they  Avere  living 
foes,  instead  of  hurrying  dogmatic  authority  and 
the  dead  moralisms,  its  fortifications,  and  coming 
Avhere  the  Morning  rays  may  clear  the  senses  and 
enliven  the  emotions,  thus  aiding  the  growth  of  the 
living  religion  and  real  moral  philosophy. 

Believing  that  more  of  these  would  see  the  true 
character  of  song,  and  use  this  powerful  soul-vivi- 
fier  as  their  own,  if  melody,  harmony  and  emotion 
were  united  with  truthful,  elevating  thought,  I  liave 
here  put  forth  some  of  my  own  chirpings,  hoping 
they  may  somewhat  help  to  serve  this  purpose,  and 
have  made  a  selection  from  our  Morning  Songsters' 
warblings  for  the  second  volume  of  this  Avork. 

Among  my  own,  many  are  responses  to  old 
hymns,  and  some  are  responding  versions.  Some 
of  the  old  hymns  slightly  changed  in  words,  again 
become  live  spiritual  truths,  as  they  were  in  their 
original  form  to  the  age  that  thus  embodied  them 
in  germs  of  thought.  I  have  retained  for  the  new 
songs,  selections,  and  the  old  as  resurrected  and  ;r- 
newed  in  responses,  the  soul-stirring  tunes  which 
the  waking  spiritual  emotions  set  to  the  crude,  half- 
awakened  thought  of  the  old  hymns.  Melody  is 
immortal,  and  should  have  a  body  of  living  thought. 
It  needs  well-formed  thought,  but  can  work  with 
the  defective  if  it  is  vital  enough  to  serve  the  ever- 
living  emotions.    It  will  be  true  to  itself,  and  to  life. 


VI  INTRODUCTORY    REMARKS. 

It  ever  makes  the  incongruous,  dead  and  disorganiz- 
ing conditions  more  apparent.  The  old  sectaries 
are  partially  feeling  this,  and,  as  they  lose  the  spirit- 
ual vitality,  they  yield  up  the  thought-life  of  their 
earlier  songs  ;  but  as,  for  church-consistency's  sake, 
they  cannot  disown  the  words,  they  drop  the  spirit- 
ual tunes,  in  which  their  life  chiefly  consisted,  in- 
venting such  new  ones  as,  by  their  inappropriate- 
ness  of  emotion,  make  spiritless  the  words  which 
have  become  thoughtless.  Thus  they  are  resign- 
ing to  the  spiritually  revivified  the  tunes  Avhich 
they  delighted  in  when  the  words  expressed  living 
ideals  and  served  living  faith's  cravings.  It  is  ap- 
propriate that  we  accept  the  surrender. 

Let  us  ALL  sing  !  "  Sing  in  the  spirit  and  with  the 
understanding  !  "  When  we  have  songs  which  well 
express  the  soul's  highest  conceptions  of  living 
truth,  instead  of  dead  or  dying  forms  of  infantile 
faith,  we  shall  rapidly  learn  to  do  so. 

If  my  own  and  some  of  the  selections  are  not  a 
high  order  of  poetry,  they  express  in  some  degree 
the  sentiments  of  the  live,  evolving,  natural  faith. 
They  may  have  remains  of  old  befogged  thought 
tinging  them,  for  the  Morning  Dawn,  in  awaken- 
ing souls  to  song,  inspires  with  truths  before  it  can 
make  them  perfectly  clear  to  the  eye  ;  and,  more- 
over, where  they  are  clearly  seen,  the  feebleness  of 
spoken  language,  even  tho'  we  press  larger  mean- 
ing into  words,  must  give  written  thought  some  of 
its  old  shading  as  well  as  its  vagueness.  This  may 
be  distasteful  to  those  who  see  surface-distortions 
but  not  the  glory  of  truth  under  such  partial  vail- 
ings.     Who  can  avoid  this  difficulty? 


SONGS  OF  THE  MORNmG, 

VOL.  I. 
ORIGINAL,  INCLUDING  RESPONSES 

TO 

OLD    HYMNS, 

AND 

RESPONDING    VERSIONS. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


PAGE. 

A  Call  to  God  and  Nature's  Praise 146 

Adoration  and  Trust  of  Nature 29 

All    Hail,  the  Truth 128 

A  Lesson  from  the  Rose 56 

A  Lesson  from  the  Thorn 5  7 

A  Lesson  from  the  Dew-Drop 49 

Amen  to  Discord  Tones 43 

Am  I  a  Soldier  of  the  Trutli 123 

An  Angel  Reaches  from  the  Grave 131 

Angel  Converse  and  Messages 97 

Angel  Friends'  Greeting  Voices 97 

Angel  Friends  with  Us 86 

Angels  Here 99 

Angels  Our  Morning  Visitors 87 

Angels  With  Us  Here 117 

Angel  Visitors  Disperse  Superstitions 61 

Arise,  My  Soul,  Arise 160 

Ascend  the  Highlands 83 

Aspiration 129 

Aspiration  for  Manhood  Faith 130 

A  Voice  of  Love  from  the  Tombs 132 

Awake  from   All  Dreaming  and  Fear 174 

Begone,  Unbelief 168 

Blow  Ye  the  Trumpet,  Blow 159 

Brothers,  Turn 196 

Call  All  to  See  the  Light 167 

Call  Them  In,  Whoe'er  is  Needy 181 

Come,  Dogma's  Victim,  Look  to  N;iture. .  . .  136 

Come,  Holy  Spirit 135 

Come,  Join  with  Our  Army 63 

Come,  My  Soul,  to  Prayer 193 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  IX 

PAGE. 

Come,  Sing  Our  Earthly  Heaven 157 

Come  to  Nature's  Gospel  Feast 126 

'Comfort   Divine 171 

"Creeds"  No   More   Needed 171 

Dawning   Morning 98 

Day-Beams  Warm  Body  and  Soul 75 

"  Death  "  is  Resurrection 34 

"  Death,"  Life's  Conductor 35 

"  Death,"   Life's  Defense 133 

"  Death,"  Life's  Pioneer 133 

Delight    in   Morning    Gospel 140 

Delight  in   Nature's   Name 127 

Despot's   Arts    in    Freedom's  Morning 91 

Despotism    Begins  its  Ending 94 

Despotism's    Cowardly    Tactics 95 

Divine  Grace  Works   in  Us 40 

Dust    to    Dust 34 

Doxologies 111,112 

Earth    Yields  a  Heavenly   Home 129 

Encouragement  Under  Defeat 66 

Faith   Discerns  the   Morning 25 

Faith's    Foundation 169 

Faith's  Foundation   and  Grasp 30 

Faith's   Morning  Achievement 100 

Farewell   to  a   Friend    Departed 172 

Farewell  to  the  Risen  Soul 96 

Fear   at   Nature's  Gospel   Gate 202 

Fear  of  Death 148 

Friendship's  Tie 154 

God    With   Us   Here .• 104 

Good   in   All   Evil 127 

Gospel   Revealed  in  Nature 44 

Grace  First  and  Last 155 

Grounds  for  Perseverance 192 

Hail,  Manhood's  Morning  Star 36 

Hasten,    Morning ,  .  .  , .  "4 


X  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

PAGE. 

Heaven's  Building-Law  Working  Here....  80 

Heavenly    Joy   on   Earth 157 

Heaven  Unfolding    Here 27 

Help  the  Dogma-Darkened 103 

Here   Find   thy   God 33 

How  Shall  we  Enlighten  the  Darkened 166 

How  to  Awaken  the  Sleepers 70 

I  Found  the  True,  Almighty  Friend 141 

I   Heard  the  Voice    of  Jesus 137 

It    is  Finished 189 

I   Would  Not  Live  Alway 164 

Join  the  Morning  Song 113 

Joy  in  Morning  Transformations 38 

Joying  in  Nature 203 

Joys  Never  Perish 54 

Joy  Supernal  on  Earth 118 

Just  as  I  Am 145 

Laborers,  the  Day  Breaks 65 

Let  Us  Bask  Within  the  Sunbeams 182 

Life's  Great  Import 152 

Life  Triumphant 163 

I>ight  and  Freedom  Gaining 105 

Light  Comes  Flowing  On 197 

Litany  Changed  to  Light 197 

Lingering  Superstition-Fancies 142 

Longings  for  Perfected  Life-Harmony 62 

Look,  O  Brothers 188 

Love  Divine 184 

Love's  Divine  Life  Prevails 198 

Manhood's  Day  is  Drawing  Nigh 89 

Manhood's  Day  Dawns 92 

Morn  is  Dawning 114 

Morning 106 

Morning  Brings  New  Creation 78 

Morning  Efforts  to  Scale  the  Mountains. ...  60 

Morning  Gospel 186 

Morning  Gospel's  Call 190 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  XI 

PAGE. 

Morning  Gospel's  Message 188 

Morning's  Gospel-Trumpet 125 

Morning  Gospel's  Harsher  Tones 42 

Morning  Illumes  the  Mind Ill 

Morning  Inspirations 73 

Morning  Light  Brings  a  Gospel 11 

Morning  Light  Frees  and  Saves  us 101 

Morning  Light  Will  Give  us  Heaven 79 

Morning  Missionary-Hymn 192 

Morning  Movements 72 

Morning  Prophets,  Your  Work  Prevails.  ...  85 

Morning  View  of  Divine  Grace,  and  of  Woes  58 

Morning  View  Reveals  Spirit-Life 132 

Morning  Warms  old  Dogma's  Champions.. .  195 

My  Soul's  Joy  in  the  Light 81 

Nature's  Abundant  Grace 162 

Nature's  Assurance 165 

Nature's   Evolution-Promise 95 

Nature,  Fount  of  Every  Blessing 185 

Nature's  God  Appeals  to  the  Creed-Bound..  136 

Nature's  God  to  Man  hath  Spoken 93 

Nature's  Hour  of  Prayer 149 

Nature's  Life  a  Fount  of  Sweetness 140 

Nature's  Loving  Kindness 143 

Nature,  Mother  of  my  Soul 196 

Nature  Outworks  Righteousness 193 

Nature  Reveals  her  Lord 43 

Nature  Shapes  Anew 26 

Nature's  Triumphant  Lead 180 

Nature's  Word  of  Promise 187 

Night  Passing  Away 107 

No  Road  Leads  to  Death 148 

Not  Ashamed  of  Nature 146 

Now  We  Know  the  Angels 50 

O  for  a  Thousand  Tongues 122 

One  True  Word  for  Jesus 200 

OuAvard,  Upward,  Nature's  Freemen 180 

Open  Day  will  Give  Smiling  Skies 38 

Opening  Morning's  Joyous  View. 69 


XU  INDEX    OF    SUBJI  ("IS. 

PAGE. 

Our  God's  Central  Work 5-3 

Our  Nature  Needs  No  Hiding  Place 144 

Our  Security 183 

Our  Souls  Awake 51 

Parting  from  a  Social  Circle 186 

Parting  Invocation  for  Morning  Workers..  .  88 

Prayer  for  a  True  Heart 131 

Rallying  Call  to  the  New  Builders 90 

Rally,  Ye  Army  of  Labor 68 

Rejoice,  tlie  Morn  Appears 57 

Rejoicing  in  Morning  Gospel 139 

Religion's  Revival 55 

Rescue  the  Suffering 207 

Respect  for  Earth  and  Basic  Loves 147 

Rise,  Morning  Sun 160 

Rock  of  Ages 194 

Safe  in  Nature's  Fortress 105 

Salvation 124 

Salvation  and  Working  Avith  Jesus 176 

Saviours  Not  Always  to  be  Martyred 138 

Seeking  the  Spirit  of  True  Prayer 156 

See,  ye  Fearful  !   Your  Path  Brightens 76 

Superstition's  Night  is  O'er 59 

Take  the  Fort '. .  209 

The  All-In-All 153 

The  All-Perfecting  Name 161 

The  All-Perfecting  Providence 41 

The  Angels  Join  Our  Song 54 

The  Awakening  Begins 47 

The  Charge  to  Nature's  Freemen 84 

The  Dawn  of  Jubilee 124 

The  Dawning  Deepens 37 

The  Day-Star 68 

The  Day-Star  is  Appearing 109 

The  Day-Star  has  Far  Ascended 61 

The  Enlightened  Soul  Never  Fears 46 

The  Fount  of  Grace J  55 


INDEX    OF    SUBJKCTS.  xiii 

PAGE. 

The  Free  Soul's  Aspirations 204 

The  Free  Soul's  Glorious  View 58 

The  Free  Soul's  New  Delights 131 

The  Glorv  of  Nature  and  of  Man 179 

The  God  We  Wors-hip 167 

The  Judgment  Morning  Comes 71 

The  Judgment  Trumpet 92 

The  Joyous  Hours  in  Open  Liglit 175 

The  Joyous  Story 112 

The  Joyous  To-Day 208 

The  Laborers'  Foes  Cowering 67 

The  Law  of  Divine  Grace 39 

The  Light  Comes  Flowing  On 119 

The  Morning  Concert 54 

The  Morning's  Rescue 134 

The  Morning  View  and  Lessons 48 

The  Mountains'  Lesson  of  Faith 45 

The  Mountain-Tops  are  Glowing 110 

The  NcAV  Birth T 149 

The  Past,  Present,  and  Futvire 150 

The  Seers'  Duty  to  Sleeping  Fellows 102 

The  Soul's  Freedom 30 

The  Soul's  Joy  Immortal 164 

The  True  Messiah  Now  Appears 28 

The  True  Preacher's  Work 139 

The  Victim  of  Plunder ; 205 

The  View  in  Morning  Light 121 

The  Waking  Cry 82 

The  Watchman's  Morning  Trumpet 89 

Tenderness  toward  Old  Errors 32 

This  a  World  of  Gladness IIG 

This  World  is  Not  All  Fleeting  Show 204 

Time's  Flight,  and  Its  Lessons 151 

'Tis  Morning  :  We  Awake 26 

True  Faith  Serene  Amid  Confusions 170 

Truth's  Children  Victorious 64 

Tyranny  Cowers  Before  the  Morning  Toilers  63 

Tyranny  is  Falling 177 

Upward  !   Scale  tlie  Mountains.  .  . , 115 


XIV  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

PAGE. 

Wake  from  Superstition 83 

We  Are  Not  Born  to  Die 158 

We  Build  no  Toy-Temples 65 

We  Give  the  Winds  Our  Fears , . .  .  153 

We  Must  Tell  The  Story 113 

Welcome  Morning  Light 52 

Welcome  to  a  New-Born  Child 173 

When  I  Can  Read  My  Title  Clear 123 

Workmen,  Rouse 206 

Worship  in  the  Morning  Light 191 


FIRST  LINES  OF  SONGS. 


PAGE 

All  around  us  notes  of  gladness VS 

All  hail,  the  Truth  !  behold  he  comes 128 

All  my  darkening  doubts  have  vanished. .  . .  187 

All  nature's  life  reveals  her  Lord 43 

"Amen  !  "  we  say — no  more  we  fear 43 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cause 123 

A  morning  concert,  grand 54 

And  am  I  born  to  never  die 152 

Anxious  souls  now  hear  the  message. 188 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 160 

As  dawning  beams  of  coming  day 38 

As  dawning  light  increases  round 30 

As  daybeams,  deepening  round  our  heads..  40 

As  the  morning  deepens 117 

As  we  part  let  Nature's  blessing 186 

Awake  from  all  dreaming  and  fear 174 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays 143 

Awaking  manhood   rises    free    from    all    its 

dreamy  fear 209 

Before  the  open  gate 202 

Begone,  unbelief,  for  the  morning  is  here. .  .  168 

Behold  !  while  saviours  of  mankind 138 

Behold  !  the  fount  of  grace 155 

Blest  tie  of  life,  that  binds 154 

Blow  ye  the  the  trumpet,  blow 159 

Brothers,  let  no  thought  of  sadness 95 

Brothers,  turn,  why  will  ye  try 196 

Brothers  who  are  vainly  trying 83 

Call  them  in,  whoe'er  is  needy 181 

Come,  dogma's  victim,  in  whose  breast. ....  136 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 135 


XVI  FIRST    LINES    OK    SONGS. 

PAGK. 

Come  join  with  our  ai'iii}-,  which   battles  to- 
day  ' 63 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 193 

Come  sing  aloud  with  joyful  sound 124 

Come  sing  our  earthly  heaven 157 

Come  ye  superstition  victims 190 

Creed-darkened  soul,  this  is  the  place 38 

Children  of  labor,  the  day-dawn  is  breaking.  65 

Children  of  light  and  of  labor,  arising 66 

Children    of    light,     now     the    morning    is 

breaking 64 

Comrads,  see  !    the  gray  is  spreading 209 

Day  is  dawning  ;   see  !  ye  toiling 76 

Dogma-darkness,  now  forever 81 

Dogma's  champions,  you  relent 195 

Dogma's  night  and  desolation 90 

Everywhere  kind  Nature  leads  us 180 

Far  from  my  thoughts  old  creeds  be  gone. .  140 

Freedom's  morning  now^  is  nearing 91 

Freedom  toilers,  lo  the  morning 89 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 146 

Glorious  scenes  are  transpiring  around  us. .  61 

Glorious  things  by  thee  are  spoken 183 

God  the  token  word  hath  spoken 92 

Grace  !     'tis  a  charming  sound 155 

Hail,  angel  friends  !   our  opening  eyes 50 

Hail,  morning  star  of  manhood's  day 36 

Hail  the  day  so  long  expected 177 

Hail,  Morning  light !     Thy  dawn  began 144 

Hark!    the  watchman's  trumpet,  sounding..  89 

Hark!   from  the  tombs  a  joyful  sound 132 

Hark  !  what  sounds  are  floating  o'er  us 97 

Hark  !   while  morning-life  rejoices 97 

Hasten  on,  thou  coming  morning 74 

Hear  ye  not  the  golden  promise 95 

Here  joy  is  found  !     No  more  I'll  sigh 129 


FIRST    LINES    OF    SONGS.  XVll 

PAGE. 

How  beautifully  in  our  sight 26 

How  firm  a  foundation  doth  Nature  afford. .  169 

How  glorious  appears 53 

How  joyous,  enlivening,  the  hours 115 

How  joyous  is  the  story 112 

How  grandly  Nature's  blessings  flow 127 

How  sweet  thy  name,  O  Nature  !   sounds..  . .  127 

I  asked  the  fragrant  rose 56 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 137 

I'll  joy  in  Nature  while  I've  breath 164 

In  morning's  dawning  light 58 

In  morning  light  we  joy  to-day 38 

In  morning  light,  now  spreading  wide 35 

In  morning's  opening  light  I  stand 121 

In  Nature's  laws  abiding 105 

In  our  Morning's  dawning  light 198 

In  solemn  joy  our  spirits  see 39 

In  the  morning  breaking  o'er  u? 80 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  morn's  dawning  rays  165 

I  saw  a  piercing  thorn 57 

I  Avoke  to  morning's  gospel-sound 149 

I  would  not  live  alway — I  ask  not  to  stay.  .  .  164 

It  is  finished — night  is  closing 189 

Joyously  our  souls  awaken 79 

Just  as  I  am,  I  need  no  plea 145 

Let  all  our  waking  voices • 113 

Let  every  human  ear  attend 125 

Let  manhood's  well-unfolded  faith 130 

Let  preachers  from  old  dreams  aAvakc 139 

Let  us  bask  wuthin  the  sunbeams 182 

Let  your  glad  voices  ascend  to  the  skA 163 

Lift  your  eyes,  ye  long-benighted 83 

Lo  !  in  morning's  dawning  glory 87 

Lo,  it  comes,  the  long-expected 71 

Lo,  w4iat  a  glorious  sight  appears 27 

Long  the  gloomy  night  has  lingered 77 

Look,  O  brothers  !   Morning  greets  you 188 

Look  !  the  light  is  o'er  us  breaking 72 


'^VIU  FIRST    LINES    OF    SONGS, 

PAGE. 

Love  Divine,  all  love  impelling 184 

Manhood's  day  at  length  is  breaking 92 

Mid  scenes   of   confusion    and  folly's    com- 
plaints      170 

More  manliness  give  me 21)4 

Morn  is  dawning  !  see  it 114 

Morning  comes  !  the  waking  soul 193 

Morning  light,  increasing  round  us 101 

Morning  Light,  in  joy  we  see 104 

Morning  light,  now  flowing  o'er  us 75 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years.  .  151 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 147 

My  waking  powers,  why  linger  ye 32 

Nature,  fount  of  every  blessing 185 

Nature,  mother  of  my  soul 196 

Nature,  when  on  bended  knee 197 

Nature's  freemen,  take  your  stations 84 

Nature's  God  to  man  hath  spoken 93 

Nature's  God,  Ave  see  thee  now 191 

Nature's  seers,  who  scale  the  movmtains. .  .  .  102 

New  gospel  tones  of  heavenly  cheer 42 

No  childish  toy-tempels  of  fanciful  pride.  .  .  65 

No  real,  vital  joy 54 

Now,  as  dawn  is  deepening  o'er  us 86 

Now  a  world  of  gladness 116 

Now,  in  morning  light,  we  sing 192 

Now,  in  opening  morning  rays 30 

Now,  in  parting,  may  the  blessing.    88 

Now  Morning  light  affords  the  faith 131 

Now,  Mother  Earth,  receive  again. 34 

Now  one  true  word  for  Jesus 200 

Now    the  truth-exploring  spirit 186 

Now,  through  every  land  and  nation 179 

Now  we  see,  with  joy  and  gladness 78 

O  brothers  who  joy  in  the  morning's  glad 

beams 70 

O  comfort  divine,  to  know  I  am  thine 171 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 131 


FIRST    LINES    OF    SONGS.  XIX 

PAGE. 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 122 

O  God  of  Nature — Love 153 

O  happy  day,  when  Nature's  voice 141 

O  how  a  glance  of  opening  day 139 

O  how  happy  are  they 203 

O  joy  !  our  souls  awake 51 

O  life-inspiring  Love  Divine 41 

O  Morning!  how  joyously  beam  on  our  sight  69 

O  Morning  light,  what  lessons  grand 48 

O  Nature  !  as  the  cheering Ill 

O  Nature  !  as  thy  love 60 

O  Nature  !  I  long  to  see  body  and  soul 62 

O  Nature  !   shall  it  ever  be 145 

O  Nature!  thy  grace,  from  the  infinite  fount- 
ain    162 

O  Nature  !  we  adore  thy  name 29 

O  man,  to  delve  in  "  creeds  "  forbear 133 

On  the  realms  of  dogma-darkness 103 

Onward  !  Upward  !   Nature's  freemen 180 

O  preach  me  no  more  the  dark  "  creeds  "  of 

yore 171 

O  that  all  earth  could  see 161 

Our  God  his  gospel-truth  makes  known. ...  44 

Our  God  is  no  "  king,"  but  all-glorious  love  167 

Our  nature's  God  proclaims 53 

Our  old  earth  is  as  fair  as  the  day 208 

Our  souls  awake  to  new  delights 31 

Our  souls  begin  to  glow 59 

Oh,  welcome,  Morning  Light 52 

O  what  shall  we  do  that  may  carry  the  grace  166 

Plunged  in  a  darkness  nigh  despair 134 

Prophets  of  the  dawning  morning 85 

Rally,  ye  army  of  labor,  for  action 68 

Rejoice  !  the  morn  appears 57 

Rescue  the  suffering 207 

Rise,  morning  sun  !  thy  rise 160 

Risen  soul,  no  more  surrounding 96 

Rock  of  ages — Law  Divine 194 


XX  FIRST    LINES    OF    SONGS. 

PACK. 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound 124 

See,  honest  toilers,  your  foes  all  are  cowering  67 

See  !  the  glorious  morn  appears 105 

Soldier  for  the  right  contending 94 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  of  Nature's  prayer...  .  149 

Sweet  is  the  joy  thy  power  doth  bring 140 

The  angels  join  our  song 54 

The  Day-Star  is  appearing 109 

The  Day-Star  has  now  far  ascended  the  skies.  Gl 

Tlie  dawning  deepens  all  aroimd 3  7 

The  light  is  spreading  o'er  the  sky 99 

The    morning    light    is    dawning;    see!     'tis 

spreading  o'er  the  sky 119 

The  mountain-tops  are  glowing 110 

The  night  of  superstition 107 

The  once-loved  form  whose  soul  has  fled..  . .  132 

The  true  Messiah  n<j\v  appears 28 

There  comes  on  every  passing  breeze 25 

There  is  no  road  that  leads  to  death 148 

There  woke  to  the  light   the  poor  victim   of 

plunder 205 

This  is  joy  supernal 118 

This  world  is  not  all  fleeting  show 204 

Tho'  morning  light  shone  round  my  way. . .  49 
Thou  art  born   to  our  life,  and,  while  fond 

ones   caress  thee 173 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  do  not 

deplore  thee 172 

Tho'  darkness  long  has  vailed  the  eartli 47 

Tho'  on  a  little  point  of  land 150 

Througli  all  our  highland  regions 199 

Through  the  vapors,  earth  surrounding 100 

Thy  praying  spirit  breathe 156 

'Tis  morning  !  and  our  nature,  now 26 

Tyranny's  minions,  who  prowled  as  despoil- 

ers 03 

Upward  !  ye  aspiring 115 

Wake,  O  man  !  the  Day-Star  rises 82 


FlRsr    LINES    OF    SONC.S.  \  X  i 

PAGE. 

We  are  not  born  to  die 158 

We  give  the  winds  our  fears 153 

We'll  join  our  hands,  with  lively  cheer 98 

We  see  thy  work  revive 55 

We   wake   from   our   slumber,  and  glorious 

light 68 

What  light  is  this  that  rises 106 

W^hat  mean  these  strange,  excited  throngs.. .  176 

When  I  behold  the  mountains  rise 45 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 123 

When  o'er  our  nature's  vision  lower 46 

While  morning  light  is  flowing  round 142 

While  thee  I  seek,  great  Nature's  power. ...  129 

Whoe'er  hath  seen  the  glory 113 

Who  know  our  nature's  Lord 157 

Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends 133 

Why  should  we  drop  a  sorrow-tear 34 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 148 

AYorkmen,  rouse  !  in  every  land 206 

Ye  children   of  light,  now  the  morning  pro- 
claim    167 

Ye  creed-bound,  nature's  God  regard 136 

Ye  starving,  superstitious  sovils 126 


INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


These,  and  other  tunes  suitable  for  these  songs, 
may  be  found  in  the  old  tune  books  used  in  con- 
gregational singing,  most  of  them  in  the  "  Psalms 
of  Life,"  "  The  Spiritual  Harp,"  "The  Revivalist," 
or  the  "Methodist  Hymnal,"  published  in  1878  as 
a  new  revision.  The  latter,  perhaps,  has  more  of 
them  than  any  other  book  in  popular  use,  for 
Methodism  still  considerably  serves  religious  emo- 
tion, where  fuller  Morning  gospel   is  unknown. 


C.  M. 

Antioch, 
Arlington, 
Balerma, 
Cambridge, 
Coronation, 
Geneva, 
Heber, 
Hermon, 
Hummel, 
Land  of  Rest, 
Ortonville, 
Peterboro', 
St.  Martin's, 
When  I  Can  Read  My 
Title  Clear. 

C.  M.     Double. 

Auld  Lang  Syne, 
Brattle  Street. 

L.  M. 

Bridge  water, 
Brighton, 
Duke  Street, 
Gilead, 


Hamburg, 
Hebron, 
Migdol, 

Missionary  Chant, 
Olives'  Brow, 
Park  Street, 
Peace, 
Rockingham. 

L.  M.     6  Lines. 

Chester, 
Palestine. 

L.  M.     Double. 

Creation, 

Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer. 

C.  P.  M. 

Ariel, 

Ganges, 

Garden  Hymn, 

Hedding, 

Mendelssohn, 

Meribah, 

Pilgrim's  Happy  Lot, 

Willoughby. 


INDEX    OF    TUNES. 


S.    M. 

Boylston, 

Dennis, 

Laban, 

Lisbon, 

No  Sorrow  There, 

Olmutz, 

Shirland, 

Silver  Street, 

Thatcher. 

S.  M.     Double. — Hope. 

H.  M. — Lenox 

13,  11,  12.— Frederick, 
Scotland. 

11. — Christ  in  the  Ves- 
sel, 
Frederick, 
Gethsemane, 
Portuguese  Hymn. 

10,  11.— Come  Ye   Dis- 
consolate, 

Houghton, 

Lyons, 

O,  Tell    Me    No 
More. 

10,    11,    12. — Resurrec- 
tion, 

8  — Contrast,  or  Desire. 

8,  7. — Austria, 
Harwell, 
Shall  We  Gather, 
at  the  River, 

Wilmot. 


8,  7.     6  lines. — Green- 
ville, 
Saviour    Like     a 
Shepherd. 

8,  7.     Double. — Austria, 
Autumn, 
Harwell, 
Glory,  Glory, 
I  Will  Arise, 
Nettleton, 
Shall  We  Know  Each 

Other  There  ? 
What  a  Friend  We 

Have  in  Jesus. 

8,  7,  4. — Greenville, 
Hamden, 

Saviour,  like  a  shep- 
herd. 

7. — Hendon, 
Horton, 
Pleyel's  Hymn. 

7.     6    lines.— Rock    of 
Ages, 
Toplady. 

7    Double. — Herald  An- 
gels, 
Martyn, 
Refuge, 
Watchman. 

7,  6.— Webb, 

Missionary  Hymn. 

(>,  5. — Elah, 
Onward, 
Starlight, 


SONGS  OF  TTTE  MORNING. 

VOL  I— PART  I. 
ORIGINAL  AND   NEAV. 


1     FAITH  DISCERNS  THE  MORNING. 
C.  M.      Tune — Coronation. 

There  comes  on  every  passing  breeze 

New  sounds  of  joyous  cheer: 
The  waking  warblers  in  the  trees 

Proclaim  the  dawn  is  here. 

The  flowers,  responding,  fill  the  air 

With  melody-perfume — 
With  welcomes  open  everywhere 

As  morning  rays  illume. 

Faith's  vital  germ  within  the  rose, 

In  birds  with  instinct-power. 
As  day-beams  feeblest  rays  disclose, 

Discerns  the  morning  hour  : 

Tho'  fogs  may  thickly  gather  round, 

And  seem  to  vail  the  day. 
Exulting,  confidence  profound 

Maintains  its  perfect  sway. 

Through  all  the  gloom  which  thus  assails 

It  sees  the  dawning  gleams, 
And  triumphs  over  all  that  vails 

Its  view  of  morning  beams. 

And  shall  our  faith,  in  drowsy  plight, 

By  vapors  blinded  be? 
No  ;  let  us  rouse,  and  morning  light 

Through  all  the  mists  we'll  see ! 


26  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

2     'TIS  MORNING:  WE  AWAKE. 
C.  M.      Tune—Antioch. 

'Tis  morning  !  and  our  nature,  now, 

Awakes  from  dogma-dreams  ; 
And,  tho'  the  vapors  vail  the  brow. 

Begins  to  catch  the  gleams. 

'Tis  morning!  all  despairing  creeds 

Of  superstition-fright 
Are  fading,  and  our  human  needs 

Begin  to  claim  their  right. 

'Tis  morning  !  see  !  man's  waking  sense 

Now  half  disowns  his  fears, 
While  misty  thought  would  drive  from  hence 

The  light  which  dawns  and  cheers. 

'Tis  morning !  e'en  the  darkest  mind 

Some  lighting  rays  has  found  ; 
And  intuition  strives  to  find 

His  nature's  higher  ground. 

'Tis  morning  !  shout  the  word  around  ! 

The  mists  now  break  and  clear ; 
Man  soon  shall  see,  with  joy  profound. 

His  God  is  with  him  here. 


3     NATURE  SHAPES  ANEW.     C.  M. 

How  beautifully  in  our  sight 

All  nature  shapes  anew. 
When  mists  no  more  distort  the  light 

Of  morning's  opening  view. 

The  "  evils,"  which  have  vexed  us  long, 

Before  us  now  appear 
As  blessings  to  inspire  our  song 

Of  lively  morning  cheer. 


NEW.  27 


We  see  that  every  seeming  ill 
Is  goodness  misapplied — 

That  pains  are  teachers  to  reveal 
The  laws  which  joys  provide. 

That  all  of  life  in  earth  and  skies 

The  laws  divine  express, 
As  ripening  fruits  before  our  eyes 

Transform  their  bitterness. 

O  joy  !  we  see  in  open  light 

AH  nature  shape  anew — 
See  heaven  unfolding  in  our  sight 

Through  nature's  laws  so  true  ! 

We  gladly  would  the  sight  display 

To  every  human  eye  : 
We  cry  to  all  :  "  Awake  !     'Tis  day  ! 

The  mists  and  darkness  fly  !" 


4     HEAVEN  UNFOLDING  HERE.     C.  M. 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

As  misty  darkness  flies — 
The  new  evolving  earth  and  heavens 

Take  form  before  our  eyes  ! 

The  judgment-fire,  now  spreading  round, 

Old  error's  world  consumes — 
Its  states  and  churches  melt  away 

As  morning  light  illumes. 

Old  despots,  trembling,  seek  to  hide 
Beneath  their  mountain-wrongs ; 

Their  rocks  and  mountains  flee  away 
At  manhood's  waking  songs. 

We  see  that  here  our  God  resides, 
And  on  our  lowly  race, 


28  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

As  through  the  highest  heavens  above, 
Sheds  his  abounding  grace 

And  those  whose  outer  senses  fail 

The  work  to  clearly  see 
Find  inner  wake  ;  and  angels  aid 

Their  nature's  life  to  free. 

The  breaking  mists  will  soon  disperse, 

And  all,  with  vision  clear. 
Behold,  'mid  "hells"  consuming  round, 

Our  heaven  unfolding  here. 


THE  TRUE  MESSIAH  NOW  APPEARS 
C.  M.      Tune — Coronation. 

The  true  Messiah  now  appears 

In  manhood's  morning  dawn  ; 
Ideals  childish  faith  reveres 

Are  from  our  view  withdrawn  : 

The  fancied  bleeding  sacrifice 

No  longer  justice  seems  ; 
The  real  justice  greets  our  eyes 

While  waking  from  our  dreams  : 

The  opening  senses  catch  the  view 

Through  all  the  mists  around, 
Of  Love  and  Wisdom — God  (the  true) — 

Who  in  our  life  is  found. 

Incarnated  in  man  we  see 

The  all -perfecting  love, 
With  saving  grace,  his  spirit  free 

For  higher  heavens  above. 

Distorting  vapors  roll  away, 
And,  to  our  joyous  eyes, 


NEW.  29 

Truth  straightens  all  the  warped  display 
Which  seemed  destructive  lies. 

"We  joy  in  manhood's-morning  beams, 

And  our  Messiah  here  ; 
Exult !  the  faith-distorting  dreams 

Give  place  to  vision  clear. 


6  ADORATION  AND  TRUST  OF  NATURE. 
C.  M. 

O  Nature,  we  adore  thy  name, 

In  joy  we  dimly  see 
Thy  laws  that  built  our  wondrous  frame 

Of  living  energy. 

The  partial-outline  view  reveals 

Thy  loving  wisdom's  sway, 
While  yet  the  lingering  mist  conceals 

The  full  and  clear  display. 

We  cast  our  opening  eyes  around, 

And  beauties  on  us  beam  ; 
We  look  within — a  vast  profound 

Of  mental  forces  gleam. 

In  wonder  lost,  we  faintly  scan 

Thy  active  building  power. 
Which  from  the  clod  constructs  the  man. 

Whose  thoughts  to  heaven  can  tower. 

He  grasps  the  mighty  forces  round. 

And  turns  them  to  his  use  ; 
Gains  wisdom's  light  and  freedom's  ground 

From  blunders  and  abuse. 

The  love  and  wisdom  infinite 

In  Nature's  laws  we  see  ; 
And  rest  securely  in  the  might 

That  serves  so  perfectly. 


30  SONGS    OF    THK    MORNING. 

7     FAITHS  FOUNDATION  AND  GRASP. 
C.  M. 

As  dawning  light  increases  round, 
And  darkening  mists  grow  thin, 

We  wake  from  superstition-woes — 
The  terror-dream  of  sin. 

We  see  eternal  wisdom  blends, 

In  counterparting  flow, 
With  mother-love — a  perfect  God — 

And  rules  above,  beloAv. 

We  see  our  God  on  every  soul 

Bestow  pefecting  grace. 
Revealing  to  each  opened  eye 

His  ever-smiling  face. 

The  conscience,  wounded  by  the  sting 

Which  false  ideals  give. 
Within  the  light  finds  healing  balm 

To  make  the  dying  live. 

The  loves  here  know  their  union  true 

With  the  Divinity, 
And  find  the  free  inflowing  life 

From  morbid  passions  free. 

Faith  now,  exulting,  firmly  stands 

On  knowledge  as  its  base, 
And  reaches  forth  untrammeled  hands, 

Which  grasp  the  boundless  space. 


8  THE  SOUL'S  FREEDOM.  CM. 

Now,  in  the  opening  morning  rays. 

We  wake  to  nature's  prayer, 
And  join  the  joyous  songs  of  praise 

Which  greet  us  everywhere. 


NEW.  31 

The  warming  glow  new  vigor  brings, 

The  scales  fall  from  our  eyes, 
Faith  shakes  the  mildew  from  her  wings, 

And,  soaring,  mounts  the  skies. 

The  intuitions  learn  to  trust 

Their  soul-activities. 
And  reason,  rising  from  the  dust, 

The  laws-eternal  sees. 

They  join  their  powers,  and  thus  explore 

The  hights  till  now  untrod. 
While  leading  onward,  just  before, 

We  see  our  nature's  God. 

Old  superstition  now  in  vain 

Declares  its  haughty  claims 
To  dictate  to  our  life,  again, 

Its  duties  and  its  aims. 

Since  in  the  light,  with  nature's  God, 
Our  powers  could  freedom  know 

E'en  when  in  discord's  hells  we've  trod 
To  soothe  our  fellows'  woe. 


9  THE  FREE  SOUL'S  NEW  DELIGHTS. 
C.  M. 

Our  souls  awake  to  new  delights 

In  reason's  morning  rays  ; 
The  ills  which  once  produced  affright 

We  find  inciting  praise. 

In  nature's  God  a  friend  we  see, 

Whose  wisdom  never  fails  ; 
Whose  love  for  all  is  working  free. 

And  evermore  prevails. 

We  see  that  all  in  earth  and  heaven 
But  serve  for  human  weal ; 


32  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

That  pains,  to  follies  kindly  given, 
The  laws  of  joy  reveal. 

Faith's  eyes,  now  opened,  well  can  see, 
As  storms  the  heavens  clear, 

That  sorrow-tempests  serve  to  free 
The  spirits  atmosphere : 

That  racking-blasts  the  vigor  nerve 
Of  roots  and  branches,  all 

To  broaden  out  and  better  serve 
Enlarging  being's  call. 

Thus,  free  from  all  desponding  fear. 
To  "hells"  our  work  is  given; 

And  faith  beholds,  with  lively  cheer, 
Each  changing  to  a  heaven. 


10  TENDERNESS  TOWARD  OLD  ERRORS. 
C.  M. 

My  waking  powers,  why  linger  ye 

To  fondle  childish  creeds? 
The  light  has  come  to  set  you  free; 

It  calls  for  manly  deeds. 

Why  when  the  truth,  inspiring,  brings 

Its  energizing  power, 
Should  aspiration  clog  her  wings 

With  toys  of  childhood's  hour? 

Why,  love  fraternal,  in  thy  flow 

To  friends,  in  tender  play, 
Preserve  the  darkening  mists  which  so 

Obscure  their  nature's  day? 

The  morning  light,  when  deepening  round, 

Calls  forth  from  every  rill 
The  vailing  mists  to  save  the  ground 

From  frost's  benumbing  chill; 


NEW.  33 

Then  lifts  them,  and  o'er  hill  and  plain 

Their  golden  linings  throw 
New  light  and  warmth,  to  serve  the  grain, 

And  gladden  all  below. 

Thus  doth  the  sunlight  of  the  mind 

Old  error-mists  control, 
And  with  its  breaking  A-apors  find 

How  to  illume  the  soul. 


11        HERE  FIND  THY  GOD.  C.  M. 

Creed-darkened  soul,  this  is  the  place 
Where  thou  thy  God  mayest  find  ! 

All  nature  shows  his  loving  face 
To  the  enlightened  mind. 

His  smiling  features  on  vis  beam 
From  earth  and  sea  and  skies ; 

The  grossest  clod  reflects  the  gleam  ; 
The  founts  are  love-lit  eyes. 

When  in  the  deepest  soul-distress 

Of  superstition-fear. 
Unrecognized,  his  kindly  grace 

Still  serves  thy  life  to  cheer. 

While  ancient  dogmas,  deemed  divine, 

Are  fading  from  thy  view. 
Love's  life  thy  nature  doth  refine, 

And  gives  a  faith  more  true. 

Trust  inner  light  while  outer  sense 
With  doubt  and  sadness  strives  ! 

The  darkening  mists  will  pass  from  hence, 
Illumined  faith  survives. 


34  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

12      DEATH  IS  RESURRECTION.      C.  M. 

Why  should  we  drop  a  sorrow-tear 

When  life's  evolving  flow 
The  vestments  sheds  which  served  it  here 

Awhile  in  scenes  below  ? 

Are  not  all  forms  of  life  we  see 

Ascending-  thus,  to  gain, 
In  larger  measure  and  degree. 

What  serves  their  higher  plane? 

When  nature's  God  with  beckoning  calls, 

Life  rises  him  to  greet ; 
And  while  the  husk,  noAV  useless,  falls, 

New  circles  there  complete  : 

The  solid  rocks  dissolve  to  free 

The  soul  of  motion  there  ; 
And  vegetation  yields,  we  see, 

Sensation-germs  they  bear. 

Perfected,  then,  through  long  careers 

Of  sensuous  nature's  flow, 
They  ever  rise,  until  appears 

The  child  of  God  below. 

Thus  man — the  spirit — ever  true 

To  life-perfecting  laws, 
Ascends,  and,  in  relations  new, 

Outworks  the  perfect  cause. 


13  DUST  TO  DUST.  CM. 

Now,  Mother  Earth,  receive  again 

The  dust  thy  love  hath  lent ; 
It  wrought  full  well,  e'en  when  in  pain, 

To  aid  the  soul's  ascent. 


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'Twas  Nature's  loving  life  in  thee 
That  built  the  wondrous  form, 

And  filled  with  vital  energy 

Which  served  through  every  storm. 

When  feeble  outer  senses  failed 

To  see  their  nature's  need, 
The  inner  vigor's  work  prevailed, 

And  from  obstructions  freed. 

And  pain  but  nerved  its  efforts  more 

To  thoroughly  subdue 
Whatever  placed  itself  before 

The  powers  of  life  so  true. 

And,  tho'  the  senses'  struggle  seemed 

To  dim  the  spirit's  eyes, 
From  inmost  fountains  ever  streamed 

Its  real  life-supplies. 

Outworn,  it  frees,  through  transient  pain. 

The  soul  for  new  ascent; 
So,  Mother  Earth,  receive  again 

The  dust  thy  love  hath  lent. 


14     DEATH,  LIFE'S  CONDUCTOR.    C.  M. 

In  morning  light,  now  spreading  wide, 

From  dark  distortions  free, 
No  more  the  life-conductor  giude 

A  "  demon  foe  "  we  see. 

The  "monster"  of  our  nature's  night 

Our  greatest  friend  appears; 
We  wake  from  superstition  fright — 

From  all  benumbing  fears. 

We  see  the  all-conducting  hand. 

In  universal  lead, 
Assisting  life  where  fields  more  grand 

May  serve  its  higher  need. 


36  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

What  tho'  awhile,  in  misty  view, 

We  stumble,  causing  pain, 
And,  unripe  vestments  breaking  through, 

Life's  freedom  thus  must  gain  ? 

Our  race's  slight  and  transient  woes 

Reveal  the  laws  of  joy; 
Death  aids  our  triumph  o'er  the  foes 

That  would  our  bliss  alloy. 


15      HAIL,  MANHOOD'S  MORNING  STAR! 
L.  M. 

Hail,  morning  star  of  manhood's  day, 

Who,  beckoning,  leads  the  dawning  rays  ! 

Thy  light  on  our  long-darkened  way, 
Our  nature's  path  of  life  displays. 

Our  race  long  struggled  on  in  pain 
Through  superstion's  starless  night; 

Now  morning-beams  flow  o'er  the  plain, 
And  quicken  the  enfeebled  sight. 

The  flashes  of  our  nature's  life. 

As  through  the  night  and  mists  they  shone, 
Distorted,  seemed  a  "liorid  strife" 

Of  passions  fired  by  "ill"  alone. 

For  help  divine  we  loudly  prayed, 

Yet  struggled  'gainst  the  answering  power; 

Deemed  it  a  dreadful  "demon"  raid, 

Which  joy  and  hope  would  soon  devour. 

But  now  thy  glorious  morning-gleams 

Dispel  forebodings  and  affright. 
And  herald  the  approacliing  beams 

Which  all  our  race  shall  fully  light. 


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Our  waking  souls,  exulting,  sing 

The  glories  which  thy  beams  display; 

And  to  all  peoples'  view  would  bring 
The  morning  star  of  manhood's  day. 


16       THE  DAWNING  DEEPENS.        L.  M. 

The  dawning  deepens  all  around, 
Dispersing  all  the  gloom  profound, 
And  all  the  phantoms  of  the  night 
Transform  within  the  morning  light. 

Before  our  opening,  wondering  eyes 
We  see  abounding  life-supplies; 
And  all  the  dreaded  "evils"  prove 
The  angels  of  all-conquering  love. 

The  seeming  pitfalls  in  our  path, 
And  "goblin  forms,"  and  "  flashing  wrath," 
We  see  were  but  the  misty-view 
Distortions  of  the  good  and  true. 

We  shrink  no  more  in  trembling  fear 
When  transient  sorrow-clouds  appear; 
Hope,  standing  on  foundations  sure, 
Tov.-ers  where  the  light  is  cloudless,  pure. 

And  faith,  well  based  on  law  divine. 
Sees  God  and  Nature's  powers  combine 
To  aid  our  life's  evolving  flow 
Completed  harmony  to  know. 

Well  may  we,  then,  with  joy  profound, 
Exult  as  light  thus  spreads  around 
And  "demons"  of  the  gloomy  night 
Transform  to  angels  in  our  sight. 


oS  SONGS    OK    THE    MORNING. 

17     OPEN  DAY  WILL  GIVE  SMILING 
SKIES.  L.  M. 

As  dawning  beams  of  coming  day 
The  gloom  and  darkness  drive  away, 
The  frosty  chains  of  error  bend, 
Then  melt  to  vapors   and  ascend. 

As  gathering  clouds,  they  now  reveal 
The  light  they  once  did  so  conceal — 
With  golden  linings,  see,  they  glow. 
And  coming  sunshine  on  us  throw. 

And  tho'  at  times  they  close  again, 
And  shadows  dark  cast  o'er  the  plain, 
We  know  that  soon  their  darkening  power 
Will  yield  to  morning's  lighting  hour. 

We  learn  that  tho'  they  sometimes  pour 
Their  drenching  floods  the  landscape  o'er, 
New  energy  from  this  will  spring 
To  aid  the  flowers  in  blossoming : 

That  tho'  the  winds,  untamed,  may  rage, 
And  war  destructive  seem  to  wage. 
The  morning  shoots  will  still  prevail, 
And  strengthen  in  the  surging  gale. 

The  tempests  of  our  nature's  night 
Grow  feebler  in  our  morning  light ; 
We  fear  no  more  ;  we  know  that  day 
With  smiling  skies  will  cheer  our  way. 


18       JOY  IN  MORNING  TRANSFORMA- 
TIONS. L.  M. 

In  morning  light  we  joy  to-day, 
Tho'  long,  in  superstition-fright. 

We  strove  against  each  dawning  ray, 
And  cherished  human  nature's  night. 


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The  fogs  disperse  which  long  have  been 
Distorting  all  our  eyes  perceived  ; 

Aud  fancied  "evils"  now  are  seen 

The  friends  which  human  ills  relieved. 

Each  "pit  of  woe"  we  quaked  to  view, 

We  find  is  but  a  misty  vale  ; 
We  wake  in  light  to  life  anew, 

Assured  that  life  and  love  prevail. 

Our  God,  we  see,  abides  with  man, 
And  loving  smiles  illume  his  face; 

While  pain  but  works  his  kindly  plan. 
And  shows  the  law  and  means  of  grace. 

We  see  our  blunders — "  sins  " — are  calls 
Which  bring  these  monitors  to  teach, 

That  by  their  aid  through  childhood-falls 
True  manhood-balance  we  may  reach. 

The  "demons"  of  our  frightful  dreams 
Are  seen  to  be  our  nature's  friends  ; 

The  hells  transform  with  heavenly  gleams ; 
The  morning  comes  !  the  darkness  ends  ! 


19     THE  LAW  OF  DIVINE  GRACE.     L.  M. 

In  solemn  joy  our  spirits  see 

The  natures  which  in  darkness  cower 

Explode  in  passions  wild,  which  free 
From  superstion's  dwarfing  power. 

The  vital  vices  break  the  sway 
Of  "  moral  "  fancies  that  enslave  ; 

With  seeming  wrecks  they  strew  our  way, 
But  wield  the  vigor  which  will  save. 

While  outer  sense  in  sadness  strives 

To  check  their  work  of  "woe"  and  "waste," 


49  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

While  they  embitter  much  our  lives, 
Faith  sweetens  well  the  cup  we  taste. 

Our  opening  eyes  in  morning  light, 
As  scattering  dogma-mists  grow  thin, 

Awake  from  morbid-dream  affright 
Of  hopeless  "evil  " — fancied  "sin." 

We  see  the  "  monster  "  of  our  ferfr 

Is  Nature's  life,  which  wounds  to  heal ; 

Who  calls  and  monitors  appear — 

The  pains — which  nature's  laws  reveal. 

Faith  in  the  light  accepts  with  joy 
The  law  of  God  and  Nature's  grace ; 

And  would  our  growing  powers  employ 
To  aid  its  growth  within  our  race. 


20    DIVINE  GRACE  WORKS  IN  US.     L.  M. 

As  day-beams,  deepening  round  our  heads, 

In  ever-brightening  glory  shine. 
We  see  that  God  and  Nature  spreads 

O'er  all  the  earth  the  grace  divine  : 

That  streams  of  loving  life-supply 
The  universe  of  worlds  embrace ; 

While  the  great  fountain,  never  dry, 
Is  boundless  as  the  realms  of  space. 

That  the  immortal  energy 

And  laws  and  powers  of  its  control 

Are  working  ever  mightily 

In  each  unfolding  human  soul. 

That  all  the  pains  and  sorrows  known 

Are  merelv  ripples  of  the  tide  ; 
While  Nature  in  our  hands  hath  thrown 

The  power  upon  its  crests  to  ride. 


NEW.  41 

What  fuller  gospel  could  be  given 

Than  that  we  here,  on  earth,  may  know 

A  real  soul-supplying  heaven 
Evolving  in  our  nature's  flow  ? 

Ho,  all  ye  trembling  sons  of  fear, 

From  dreamy-terror  now  arise  ! 
Your  heaven  is  building,  God  is  here, 

Awake,  and  open  wide  your  eyes ! 


21      THE  ALL-PERFECTING   PROVI- 
DENCE. L.M. 

O  life-inspiring  Love  Divine, 
The  life  of  Nature  all  is  thine  ! 
How  strange  to  our  half-waking  sense 
Thy  wondrous  ways  of  providence  ! 

Our  spirit-senses  first  in  play 
From  fleshly  trammels  break  away, 
And  lift  our  aspiration-eyes 
In  dainitless  strife  to  scale  the  skies. 

Then  when  our  soaring  energy, 

In  sense  of  spirit-mastery, 

Inflates  to  pharisaic  pride, 

The  p.  ssion-powers  its  checks  provide: 

In  vice-explosions  thus  the  soul 
Breaks  loose  again  from  false  control. 
Until  the  physical  regains 
A  power  which  blinded  flight  restrains. 

In  vain  crude  aspiration  chides  ; 
In  vain  the  sense  its  voice  derides  ; 
Each  nobly  serves  till,  ripe  and  free, 
Our  powers  can  work  in  harmony. 


42  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

O  life-inspiring  Love  Divine, 
How  doth  tliy  perfect  wisdom  shine 
In  thus  subjecting  soul  and  sense 
To  thy  perfecting  providence  ! 


22      MORNING  GOSPEL'S  HARSHER 
TONES.  L.M. 

New  gospel  tones  of  heavenly  cheer, 
As  morning  dawns,  salute  the  ear — 
Old  "demon"  voices  "threatening  woe," 
In  loving  accents  on  us  flow. 

The  harshest  which  our  ears  have  heard. 
And  those  which  most  our  fears  have  stirred, 
Tell  us,  in  most  heroic  strain. 
Their  work  is  love,  and  not  in  vain  : 

The  tempest  raging  round  our  door, 
Througli  all  its  seeming  "  threatening  "  roar 
Says,  "See!  my  mission  is  not  death — 
I  purify  your  vital  breath  !" 

The  ocean's  billows,  when  they  rise. 
And  seem  to  madly  war  with  skies. 
Say,  "  Thus  the  waters  and  the  air 
For  life-support  we  well  prepare." 

The  earthquake,  seeming  to  devour. 
But  speaks  of  life's  resistless  power 
O'er  what  at  times  would  interfere 
'Twixt  breathing  earth  and  atmosphere. 

The  thimder,  rolling  in  the  sky. 
Proclaims  that  Nature's  life-supply, 
While  in  its  universal  play 
Will  all  obstructions  sweep  away. 


NEW.  43 

23     AMEN  TO  "DISCORD"  TONES.     L.  M. 

"Amen  !"  we  say — no  more  we  fear 
The  morning's  harshest  tones  to  hear; 
Tho'  some  discordant  seem  to  be, 
We  know  they  tune  to  harmony. 

The  earth  will  soon,  in  open  light, 
Behold  her  skies  serene  and  bright ; 
Her  vital  powers  in  perfect  play, 
And  no  obstructions  in  the  way. 

Then  elements  shall  -war  no  more 
In  earthquake-shocks  and  thunder's  roar; 
Nor  racking  passions  madly  roll 
Across  the  ripened  human  soul. 

We  joy  in  all  the  conquering  power 
Of  manhood's  clearing  morning  hour ; 
Let  equilibriimi-strifes  appear 
We  say,  "Amen  !"  we  never  fear  ! 

The  vapors  floating  o'er  the  plains, 
The  gathering  clouds  and  falling  rains, 
The  bubbling  springs  and  streamlets'  flow 
Respond,  "Amen  !  its  love  w^e  know  !" 

The  skies  with  brighter  smiles  inspire 
Each  thing  of  life  wnth  vital  fire; 
Awake,  O  sleepers  !  you  will  then 
The  chorus  join  and  shout  "Amen  !" 


24   NATURE  REVEALS  HER  LORD. 
L.  M. 

All  nature's  life  reveals  her  Lord ; 
His  love  and  wisdom's  perfect  word: 
Where'er  w^e  look,  where'er  we  turn. 
His  power  and  glory  we  discern  : 


44  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

The  surging  storms,  the  smiling  skies, 
The  earth  witli  blooming  life-supplies, 
The  solid  ground  and  viewless  air 
His  active  presence  well  declare. 

Old  ocean  ever  makes  it  plain ; 

Its  rising  vapor,  falling  rain, 

Refining  wrestlings  with  the  skies. 

And  mountain-springs  its  fount  supplies. 

All  vital  are  with  life  divine  ; 

Their  great  constructive  works  combine. 

And  reproduce  on  higher  plan 

All  forms  and  forces  joined  in  man. 

Then  tho'  young  forming-power  may  find 
Its  labors  checked  while  sense  is  blind, 
'Twill  light  and  equilibrivim  gain, 
Altho'  it  strives  awhile  in  pain. 

Then  let  us  w^ork  and  never  cower 
Before  the  troubles  of  the  hour ; 
In  nature's  faith  sublimely  rise. 
And  taste  her  proffered  life-supplies. 


25     GOSPEL  REVEALED  IN   NATURE. 
L.  M. 

Our  God  his  gospel-truth  makes  known 

In  every  star,  in  every  stone  ; 

His  love  and  Avisdom  well  displays 

In  worms,  that  glow,  and  suns,  that  blaze. 

Throughout  our  wondrous  earth  we  see 
It  well  unfold  in  lessons  free  ; 
In  ocean's  depths,  and  earth,  and  air. 
Through  law  unfolding  everywhere. 


NEW.  45 

And  clearest  in  the  vital  flow 
Through  living  forms,  his  law  we  know-; 
Here  law  and  gospel,  one,  divine. 
In  golden  letters  ever  shine. 

In  man  the  brightest  page  we  find — 
His  wondrous  body,  heart,  and  mind, 
Express  the  all-perfecting  laws, 
And  life's  relation  to  its  cause. 

Its  perfect  language  all  may  hear : 
It  flows  in  accents  ever  clear 
From  loves  in  unobstructed  play ; 
While  blunders  this  in  part  display. 

Well  understood,  it  tunes  the  soul 
To  harmony's  divine  control — 
From  woes  and  discords  fully  saves, 
And  from  the  fear  which  man  enslaves. 


26   THE  MOUNTAINS'  LESSON  OF  FAITH. 

L.  M. 

When  I  behold  the  mountains  rise 
And  boldly  kiss  the  glowing  skies, 
My  soul  the  lesson  thence  derives 
That  earth  and  heaven  unite  their  lives. 

I  see  they  gain  the  freest  play 
Of  heavenly  breathings  day  by  day  ; 
And  learn  that  fullest  blessings  greet 
The  faith  that  rises  these  to  meet. 

I  learn  he  best  his  God  reveres 
Who  spurns  all  self-abasing  fears — 
Whose  filial  love  exalts  his  head 
To  catch  the  blessings  on  it  shed. 


46  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Tliat  Ave  should  rise  in  manly  might 
•Where  no  dark  mists  of  error's  night 
Contract  the  soul  to  grace  divine, 
Which  would  exalt,  enlarge,  refine : 

That  faith  in  our  own  nature's  dower, 
From  God  and  Nature,  is  the  power 
Whose  mighty  inspirations  move 
Confiding  arms  to  grasp  their  love, 

Avaunt !  then,  all  ye  faithless  fears 
Of  superstition's  darkened  years  ! 
The  life  of  God  is  serving  mine  ! 
I  rise  to  meet  the  grace  divine  ! 


27       THE   ENLIGHTENED    SOUL   NEVER 
FEARS.  L.  M. 

When  o'er  our  nature's  vision  lower 

The  darkening  clouds,  with  seeming  frown, 

We  know  'tis  but  the  coming  shower 

Which  God  and  Nature's  grace  pours  down. 

Who  once  has  pierced  the  vailing  mists, 
And  God  and  Nature's  features  seen, 

Finds  that  their  light  doth  still  assist, 
Tho'  raging  tempests  intervene. 

Faith  sees  the  law,  and  rests  secure 
On  nature's  equilibrium-flow — 

He  knows  the  providence  is  sure; 
That  joyous  ripeness  'twill  bestow. 

He  braves  the  blasts  which  broaden  out 
His  being's  roots  in  Nature's  ground. 

And  spreads  confiding  arms  about 

The  wrestling  tempest  struggling  round. 


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He  rises  up  in  peril's  hour, 

And  danger  grapples,  thus  to  mend  ; 

And  finds  his  nature  wields  the  power 
To  make  each  ''threatening"  foe  a  friend. 

A  "saviour,"  an  incarnate  God, 
He  finds  at  work  within  his  frame  ; 

And  knows  that  manhood's  path  well  trod, 
Secures  salvation  in  his  name. 


28       THE  AAVAKENING  BEGINS. 
L.  M.      Tune — Old  Hundred. 

Tho'  darkness  long  has  vailed  the  earth, 
And  despots  ruled  through  many  years, 

Fair  liberty  shall  soon  have  birth  ; 
The  dawn  of  day  at  length  appears. 

The  eastern  sky  begins  to  glow  ; 

See,  brighter  grows  the  silvery  gleams! 
The  heavens  above  and  earth  below 

Now  feel  the  sunlight's  coming  beams. 

Birds  chirp  around,  o'er  hills  and  dales 
Life-movement  sounds  salute  the  ear; 

Man  feels  the  light,  nor  longer  quails 
With  dreamy  soul-benumbing  fear. 

The  frightened  hords  of  tyrants  quake 
While  now,  before  their  wondering  eyes, 

The  working  masses  start,  and  wake, 
And  in  the  strength  of  manhood  rise. 

Monopoly  shall  soon  give  way, 
And  hide  its  horrid  demon-face, 

No  more  on  earth  to  hold  the  sway ; 
And  justice  then  shall  take  its  place. 

Then  lift  your  joyous  banners  high  ! 
Exalt  your  standard  everywhere  ! 


4:8  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

The  day  of  triumph  draweth  nigh, 
Equality  to  all  declare  ! 


29     THE  MORNING  VIEW  AND  LESSONS. 
C.  P.M 

O  morning  light,  what  lessons  grand 
Thy  beams  reveal  on  every  hand, 

InstructiA'e,  bright  and  clear  ! 
They  spread  the  hills  and  valleys  o'er; 
They  strew  each  road-side  ;  crowd  each  door. 

With  real  gospel-cheer. 

Unfolding  revelations  flow, 
And  on  each  open  soul  bestow 

The  power  to  truly  see 
Great  Nature's  all-unfolding  laws, 
And  that  the  all-unfolding  cause 

Works  ever  perfectly. 

We  see  one  principle  of  life 

Outworks  through  all  the  seeming  strife 

Till  harmony  prevails — 
That  the  divine  formation-plan 
Works,  from  the  clod,  till  it  in  man 

The  spirit  life  unvails; 

That  all  the  "hells"  earth's  children  know 
Are  from  the  ever-conquering  flow 

Of  Nature's  laws  of  joy  ; 
That  with  obstructions  cast  aside 
They  will  a  heaven  for.  all  provide 

Of  perfect  life-employ. 

O  joyous  view  in  morning  beams  ! 
O  that  we  could  from  morbid  dreams 
Wake  all  the  light  to  know  ! 


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Then  should  we  find,  through  every  land, 
All  sorrow  cease,  all  joys  expand — 
A  heaven  besrun  below. 


30     A  LESSON   FROM  THE  DEW-DROP. 
C.  P.  M. 

Tho'  morning  light  shone   round  my  way 
And  warmed  my  life  to  freer  play, 

I  felt  a  strange  distress — 
Beloved  fellows  failed  to  see ; 
We  could  not  interchange  the  free 

Fraternal  soul-caress. 

In  yearnings,  seeming  unsupplied, 
I  prayed  :    O  Morning  Light,  provide 

The  needed  love-supplies ; 
Or  if,  with  interchanging  flow. 
True  life-support  we  each  bestow, 

Reveal  it  to  my  eyes. 

Then,  to  my  yearning  nature's  prayer, 
An  answering  voice  upon  the  air 

In  incense-music  came — 
It  said  :   "The  interchange-supply" 
Works,  tho'  unseen  by  outer  eye ; 

Withhold  your  childish  blame." 

I  looked,  and  on  a  blooming  rose, 
In  joyous,  satisfied  repose, 

A  sparkling  dew-drop  shone. 
And,  to  my  spirit's  inner  ear. 
Spake  on  the  words  of  morning  cheer 

In  clear  exulting  tone  : 

It  said  :  "Behold  !  in  morning  hour 
I  seem  unnoticed  by  the  flower — 
It  cannot  with  me  blend  ; 


50  SONGS    OF    TFIK    MOKNING. 

And  I,  to  those  who  dimly  see, 
Seem  rounding  up  myself  to  be 
A  self-iupplying  friend. 

"  To  our  own  life  each  being  true, 
The  more  the  others'  help  renew, 

E'en  tho'  vmconsciously  : 
I  moisture  give,  and  light  supply. 
And  gain  perfume,  with  which  I  fly, 

And  fragrance  bear  to  thee." 


31       NOW  WE  KNOW  THE  ANGELS. 

C.  P.  M. 

Hail,  angel  friends  !  our  opening  eyes 
Your  presence  now  can  recognize; 

For,  in  the  dawning  beams, 
You've  banished  all  the  blighting  fears 
Of  superstition's  night  of  years — 

You've  roused  us  from  our  dreams. 

Tho'  long  appeared  our  gloomy  night, 
And  soul-benumbing  was  the  fright 

Its  morbid  dreamings  gave, 
The  glowing,  warming  light-supply 
On  bounding  veins  and  open  eye, 

From  its  effects  can  save. 

As  opening  light  more  fully  flows, 
And  free  illumination  throw^s 

Upon  our  yearning  souls. 
The  mighty  realms  of  boundless  space 
We  see  are  realms  of  loving  grace, 

Which  evermore  controls. 

We  see  that  law-divine  endears. 
And  kindred  souls,  in  all  the  spheres, 
Unites  in  genial  love ; 


NEW.  51 

That  fellowship's  outreaching  need, 
Whate'er  obstructions  may  impede, 
Will  ever  master  prove. 

Oh,  angel  friends  !  our  darkened  eyes 
Saw  you  as  "demon"  enemies. 

Who  sought  our  bliss  to  blight ; 
We  thought  true  angels  only  sent 
When  special  grace  Almighty  meant 

Some  favorite  to  light. 

But  you  have  striven  unceasingly. 
Since  feeblest  dawn,  to  make  us  see, 

And  now  have  gained  success  ; 
Your  fellowship  at  last  we  know, 
And  would  that  its  unhindered  flow 

Should  all  our  fellows  bless. 


32        OUR  SOULS  AWAKE.         S.  M. 

Oh,  joy  !  our  souls  awake 

As  morning  light  appears  ; 
In  morbid  dreams  no  more  we  quake 

With  blood-stagnating  fears. 

The  blinding  mists,  behold  ! 

Grow  thinner  day  by  day  ; 
And  nature's  fields  to  us  unfold, 

Which  long  in  darkness  lay. 

The  breaking  mists  oft  show 

From  all  distortions  free, 
The  life  of  love  at  work  below 

In  true  divinity. 

And  then  our  God  is  seen 

To  look  with  smiling  face 
On  all  of  life,  no  thing  too  mean 

To  share  his  loving  grace. 


52  SONGS    OK    THE    MORNING. 

Altho'  an  angry  frown 

Once  seemed  to  shade  his  brow, 
The  beaming  love — his  perfect  crown, 

Is  undistorted  now. 

We  joy  in  morning  beams  ! 

Our  nature's  niglit  is  o'er ! 
Our  souls  awake  !  the  morbid  dreams 

Our  life-streams  chill  no  more  ! 


33    WELCOME  MORNING  LIGHT.     S.  M. 

Oh,  welcome,  Morning  Light ! 

Wo  joy  to  see  thee  here — 
To  see  the  gloomy  shades  of  night 

Disperse  and  disappear. 

Our  waking  spirits"  life, 

In  densest  darkness,  long 
Has  groped  in  earnest  stvmibling-strife 

With  superstition's  throng. 

We  yearned  with  strong  desire 

For  light  to  cheer  our  way. 
Yet  deemed  a  "foul,  infernal  fire," 

The  first-seen  rays  of  day. 

When  intuition  caught 

A  reason-lighting  gleam, 
The  soul's  aspiring  impulse  fought 

The  soul-illuming  beam. 

But  light  increased  apace, 

And  opened  wide  our  eyes  ; 
And  now  we  call  on  all  our  race 

To  share  the  heavenlv  prize. 


NEW.  53 

34   THE  FREE  SOUL'S  GLORIOUS  VIEW. 

S.  M. 

How  glorious  appears 

The  smiling  earth  and  skies 
When,  free  from  superstition-fear, 

We  look  with  open  eyes. 

The  zephyrs,  breathing  low, 

The  tempests,  raging  'round, 
Proclaim  the  equilibrium-flow 

Of  Nature's  love  profound. 

In  perfect  law  expressed. 

We  see  its  power  employ 
A  wisdom  which  its  fruits  has  blessed 

With  powers  of  ripening-joy. 


35     OUR  GOD'S  CENTRAL  WORK.     S.M. 

Our  nature's  God  proclaims 

His  life  is  love  alone  ; 
His  wisdom  claims  no  pompous  names, 

His  power,  no  monarch's  throne. 

Our  human  nature's  life 

His  centering  powers  combine  ; 

And,  through  its  seeming  blunder-strife,     . 
Evolves  the  life  divine. 

Ye  timid,  trembling  souls. 

His  all-perfecting  grace 
Through  all  his  works  to  all  outrolls, 

Through  all  the  realms  of  space. 

Then  cast  aside  your  fears, 

And  open  wide  your  eyes  ; 
See  !  morning's  dawning  light  appears  ; 

It  spreads  o'er  all  the  skies. 


54  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 


36     THE  MORNING  CONCERT.     S.  M. 

A  morning  concert,  grand, 

Outrolls  from  earth  and  skies  ; 

It  says  :  "  O  man  !  within  your  hand 
Are  all  your  life-supplies." 

This  is  the  gospel  true. 

For  which  our  souls  have  yearned  ; 
We  hail  it  now,  tho'  long,  in  view 

Distorted,  this  we  spurned. 

Now  joyously  our  souls 

Incline  the  willing  ear  ; 
And  from  the  tropics  to  the  poles 

We  fain  would  spread  its  cheer. 


37     THE  ANGELS  JOIN  OUR  SONG.     S.  M. 

The  angels  join  our  song, 

And,  with  exulting  breath, 
The  joyous  morning  notes  prolong 

Of  "victory  in  death  !" 

We  give  the  welcome  hand  ; — 

Our  morbid  fears  are  o'er; — 
The  fancied  "  demons  "  'round  us  stand — 

The  loved  ones  gone  before. 

We  hail  the  grand  surprise 

Which  crowns  the  light-display  ; 

Ye  sleeping  friends,  awake  !  arise  ! 
Behold,  'tis  dawning  day  ! 


38       JOYS  NEVER  PERISH.      S.  M. 

No  real,  vital  joy 
Can  ever  fade  away ; 


NEW.  55 

Tho'  clouds  may  vail  and  grief  alloy, 
At  last  it  gains  the  day  : 

It  wakes  to  new  career, 

And  on  the  memory 
Paints  glowing  hues  of  blooming  cheer, 

Which  from  all  sadness  free. 

Ye  trembling  souls  who  shrink, 
O'erwhelmed  by  sorrow- waves, 

Your  life  prevails  ;  you  cannot  sink  ; 
The  God  within  vou  saves. 


39         RELIGION'S  REVIVAL.         S.  M. 

We  see  thy  work  revive, 

O  Nature  !  in  this  hour — 
The  powers  of  soul,  long  torpid,  strive 

'Gainst  superstition's  power. 

The  dawning  light,  so  true. 

Which  reaches  everywhere. 
Wakes  human  souls  to  life  anew, 

And  nature's  labor-prayer. 

The  germs  of  spirit  power 

Are  warmed  through  dogma's  clod, 

By  morning  beams,  and,  every  hour, 
Rise  to  the  light  of  God. 

Man's  sense  of  human  worth 

Breaks  through  the  servile  fear; 

No  more  his  goodness  and  his  earth 
As  "filthy  rags"  appear. 

The  priestly  despots  coAver ; 

Old  persecution  quails  ; 
And  'neath  hypocrisy  their  power 

But  partially  prevails. 


56  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Soon,  in  the  open  light, 

All,  well  revived,  shall  know 

Salvation  from  the  shriveling  blight 
Which  superstitions  throw. 


40     A  LESSON  FROM  THE  ROSE.     S.M. 

I  asked  the  fragrant  rose  : 

What  lesson  dost  thou  bring — 

What  morning  truth  dost  thou  disclose 
In  thy  bright  blossoming  ? 

Its  voice^  in  sweet  perfume. 
Responding,  then  replied  : 
"  My  fragrant  cheer  and  lighting  bloom 
To  all  are  now  supplied  : 

"  My  healing  balm  I  shed 
On  those  who  trample  me, 
E'en  while  I  trip  the  heedless  tread, 
My  threatened  life  to  free. 

"Thus,  in  the  ripened  play 
Of  thy  perfected  powers. 
Thy  manhood  will  resentments  stay, 
Tho'  conquering  what  devours." 

I  asked  :  Did  perfect  love. 

Thus  all  thy  life  posess? 
It  answered  :  "  Nay,  my  greenness  strove 

In  selfish  bitterness. 

"The  inner  life-divine 

Did  thus  the  basis  found. 
And  strength  afford  to  thus  refine. 
And  shed  my  fragrance   round." 


NEW.  57 


41     A  LESSON  FROM  THE  THORN.    S.  M. 

I  saw  a  piercing  thorn 

Close  by  the  rose's  side, 
I  asked  :  Dost  thou  in  opening  morn 

'Neath  beauty's  vestments  hide  ? 

In  self-respecting  tone 

It  answered  ;  "  Verily  ! 
Not  yet  can  beauty  hold  her  throne 

From  all  protection  free  : 

"Tho'  morning  hath  appeared 
To  fully  opened  eyes, 
Through  the  long  night  our  earth  hath  reared 
Its  darkened  enemies  : 

"In  blindly  groping  'round. 

The  grasping  hand  would  tear 
Our  tender  roots  from  out  the  ground 
Did  thorns  not  teach  them  care  ; 

"Or  virtue's  blinded  sight. 
As  'vanities,'  would  rend; 
Or  beauty-love,  in  wild  delight, 
Defeat  our  mission's  end. 

"Not  til  the  open  day 

Its  light  sheds  everywhere. 
Can  thorns  and  brambles  pass  away, 
Or  earth  their  presence  spare." 


42      REJOICE  THE  MORN  APPEARS. 

H.  M.     Tune — Lenox. 

Rejoice  !  the  morn  appears — 

Our  nature's  night  is  o'er! 
Reformers  quell  your  fears — 

Your  foes  shall  rule  no  more  : 


58  SONGS    OF    THK    MORNING. 

The  light  is  spreading  o'er  the  skies! 
Arise  !  in  manly  courage  rise! 

The  despots,  quaking,  strain 

Their  artful  tyranny. 
But  freemen  on  them  gain 

As  morning  light  we  see  : 
The  light  is  spreading  o'er  the  skies ! 
Arise  !  in  manly  courage  rise  I 

Old  superstitions  quail  ; 

Monopoly  takes  fright ; 
They  only  dare  assail 

Deceitfully  the  right : 
The  light  is  spreading  o'er  the  skies  I 
Arise  !  in  manly  courage  rise  I 

The  persecutors,  see  ! 

And  "legal  "  robbers,  all, 
On  old  Hypocrisy 

To  shield  themselves  must  call : 
The  light  is  spreading  o'er  the  skies  ! 
Arise  !  in  manly  courage  rise  ! 

Tho'  mighty  seems  their  power, 
And  mountainous  their  gains, 

They  tremble,  quake,  and  cower, 
As  light  flows  o'er  the  plains  : 

Exult !  it  spreads  o'er  all  the  skies  ! 

Arise  !  in  manly  courage  rise  ! 


43      MORNING  VIEW  OF  DIVINE  GRACE, 
AND  OF  WOES.      H.  M. 

In  morning's  dawning  light 

Faith  triumphs  o'er  our  fears  ; — 

Old  superstition's  fright 
And  fancies  disappear: 

As  misty  vapors  break,  we  see 

That  God  and  Nature's  grace  is  free. 


NEW.  59 

And  ever  more  and  more, 

As  nearer  grows  the  view, 
Its  fullness  we  adore  ; 

Its  workings  ever  true  ; 
Through  perfect  law's  evolving  flow 

Constructing  well  a  heaven  below. 

The  "woes"  which,  in  the  mist, 

Vague  terror  woke  within, 
We  see,  as  friends,  assist 

To  free  from  blunders — "sin  :" 
A  rainbow  spans  life's  clouded  sky, 
Proclaiming  sunshine  draweth  nigh. 


44        SUPERSTITION'S  NIGHT  IS  O'ER. 
H.  M.      Tune — Lenox. 

Our  souls  begin  to  glow 

With  morn's  reflected  rays, 
Our  opening  eyes  to  know 

The  love  our  earth  displays  : 
Old  superstition's  night  is  o'er! 
Its  morbid  dreams  can  vex  no  more ! 

No  more  our  spirits  strive 

God's  image  to  efface. 
But  now  begin  to  thrive. 

And  grow  in  Nature's  grace  : 
Old  superstition's  night  is  o'er  ! 
Its  morbid  dreams  can  vex  no  more ! 

Distorted  fancies  fade ; 

Ideals  new  evolve  ; 
The  "gods  in  wrath  arrayed" 

To  vapors  all  desolve  : 
Old  superstition's  night  is  o'er! 
Its  morbid  dreams  can  vex  no  more ! 

Our  loves,  so  long  reviled 
As  dark  depravity, 


60  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Now,  woke  from  impulse  wild, 

Feel  their  divinity  : 
Old  superstition's  night  is  o'er! 
Its  morbid  dreams  can  vex  no  more! 

For  those  whose  outer  eyes 
The  light  cannot  receive. 

Its  warming-beams  supplies 
Their  hampered  souls  relieve: 

Old  superstition's  night  is  o'er! 

Its  morbid  dreams  can  vex  no  more ! 


45     MORNING  EFFORTS  TO  SCALE  THE 
MOUNTAINS.  H.  M. 

O  Nature  !  as  thy  love 

Unfolds  the  opening  day, 
We  seek  to  fully  prove 

Its  perfect  light-display  ; 
We  strive  to  scale  life's  lofty  moimts, 
And  bask  in  light's  o'erflowing  founts. 

Tho'  stumbling  at  the  base, 

Where  dark  obstructions  are, 
We  keep  our  earnest  gaze 

Upon  the  Morning  Star, 
And,  through  them  all,  still  force  our  way, 
To  sooner  gain  the  open  day. 

No  bruises  will  we  heed, 

Nor  timid  "  prudence  "  cry 
From  those  who  fear  its  lead. 

And  fear  their  powers  to  try  ; 
Tho'  blundering  oft,  we'll  persevere 
Till  standing  where  the  light  is  clear. 


NEW,  01 

46  THE  DAY  STAR  HAS  FAR  ASCENDED. 

11. 

The  Day  Star  has  now  far  ascended  the  skies  ; 
The  light,  fast  increasing,  reveals  to  our  eyes, 
In  waking  commotion,  the  vallies  around, 
And  well-begun  labor  on  life's  higher  ground. 

Then  let  us  not  tarry  to  muse  on  ovir  dreams, 
But  mount  to  the  region  of  clear  morning  beams; 
And,  quaffing  to  fullness  the  free  mountain  air, 
For  life's  earnest  labor  ourselves  well  prepare. 


47     ANGEL  VISITORS  DISPERSE  SUPER- 
STITIONS.        11. 

Glorious  scenes  are  transpiring  around  us — 
The  angels  unite  with  us,  lending  their  aid. 

Errors  now  break  which  for  ages  have  bound  us  ; 
The  forces  of  truth  all  their  stronghold's  invade. 

Long,  in  the  mists  of  old  error-effusions. 

We  saw  all  before  us  as  "goblins"  and  gloom  ; 

Deemed  it  a  duty  to  nurse  the  delusions 

Which   shrouded   in   darkness   and    sorrow   the 
tomb. 

Nature  appeared  to  all  goodness  a  stranger. 

Accursed  by  its  God  for  the  "  sins  "  of  our  race; 

Man,  all  "depraved,"  and  his  spirit  in  danger. 
And  having  no  claim  to  his  God's  "sovereign" 
grace. 

Friends  gont  before  us,  tho'  often  returning, 
Awoke  but  distrust,  persecution,  and  dread  ; 

At  each  return  we,  the  truth  undiscerning. 

Beheld,  dark  and  "  ghostly  "  the  realms  of  "  the 
dead." 


62  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

But,  in  the  light  of  the  opening  morning, 

Fogs  break  and  we  see  angel  friends  with  us  here : 

Loving  companions,  or  guardians,  warning 
Whenever  a  pit-fall  or  danger  is  near. 

Grand  inspirations  they  aid  in  promoting, 
Enlarging,  exalting  the  life  of  the  soul ; 

All  superstiti(nis  full  well  antidoting  ; 

Our  life  now  is  glory,  and  "  death  "  is  its  goal. 


48       LONGINGS    FOR    PERFECTED    LIFE 
HARMONY.         11. 

0  Nature  !  I  long  to  see  body  and  soul 

Well  ripened,  thy  laws  each  in  perfect  control — 
The  germs  all  unfolded  in  harmony  free 
Of  life  vmobstructed  united  to  thee. 

The  visions  of  truth  which  at  times  greet  my  eyes, 
The  lessons  of  wisdom  my  soul  then  espies — 
Thy  provident  laws,  which  so  surely  prevail, 

1  would  not  lose  sight  of  when  sorrows  assail. 

I  would  that  my  eyes  through  all  clouds  could  but 

see 
Thy  wisdom  well  working  in  all  things  for  me  ; 
And  ever  in  life's  every  turmoil  behold 
The  ultimate  harmony  surely  vnifold. 

The  deep  love  fraternal  that  warms  in  my  breast, 
I  would  it  should  calm  selfish  passions  to  rest — 
From  hatred  and  strifes,  and  all  sordidness  free. 
Toward  fellows  with  whom  I'm  united  in  thee. 

The  soul-elevation  of  spirit  inspired  ; 

The  vigor  with  which  then  my  being  is  fired  ; 

The  hope,  joy,   and   courage,  the   faith's    opening 

sight, 
I  vvHJuld  not  have  checked  by  the  darkness  of  night. 


NEW.  63 

The  conscious  relation  to  the  loving  God 

No  more  e'er  obscured  by  the  sense  of  the  clod, 

Nor  my  angel-sense  overlook  or  despise 

Its  base  in  the  earth  when  it  towers  to  the  skies. 


49  ■    TYRANNY    COWERS    BEFORE    THE 
MORNING   TOILERS.        11. 

Tyranny's  minions,  who  prowled  as  despoilers 
Through  all  the  long  night  of  our  infancy-years, 

Start  from  their  rioting,  now,  as  the  toilers 
Arise  for  their  rights  as  the  morning  appears. 

Every  leaf-rustling  increases  their  terror; 

A  foe  they  behold  in  each  son  of  the  light ; 
With  waning  faith  in  old  dogmatic  error, 

They  strive  in  its  name  still  to  rally  and  fight. 

Each  dawning  ray  of  the  opening  morning, 
Reflected,  they  see  as  a  fire  in  their  rear. 

Each  uttered  thought  they  behold  as  a  warning 
That  darkness  desolves,  that  the  morning  is  here. 


50     COME  JOIN  WITH  OUR  ARMY.     11. 

Come  join  with  our  army,  which  battles  to-day 
That  freedom  and  truth  over  man  may  have  sway 
That  greed,  pride  and  error  no  more  may  control. 
Nor  old  superstition  e'er  darken  the  soul. 

Tho'  hard  is  our  contest,  now  plainly  we  see 
The  haughty  foes  waver,  preparing  to  flee ; 
Their  ardor  is  waning  ;  they  break  and  divide  ; 
The  armies  of  truth  they  can  never  abide. 


G4  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Behold  !  tliey  are  weakening,  and  trembling  with 

fright ; 
They  dare  now  no  longer  maintain  open  fight ; 
They  seek  all  their  movements  to  vail  from  our  eyes, 
And  war  by  deception,  in  ambush-disguise. 

Their  banners  are  drooping  and  faint  is  the  roar 
Of  all  the  creed-cannons,  so  mighty  of  yore  ; 
They  seek  now  as  allies,  to  aid  in  their  plight, 
The  forces  long  cursed  as  the  "foes  of  the  light." 

They  grasp  "worldly"  tactics  and  let  "worldlings" 

lead ; 
Invoke  "worldly  wisdom."  to  help  them  succeed; 
The  old  creedling  captains  as  privates  appear  ; 
While  arts  branded  "  worldly,"  their  "  piety  "  cheer. 

Come  !  join  with  our  army,  and  hasten  the  day 
When  truth  and  the  right  shall  have  fully  the  sway  ; 
Help  us  soon  to  conquer  the  forces  of  wrong, 
And  'neath  the  Truth  Banner  sing  victory's  song. 


51     TRUTH'S  CHILDREN  VICTORIOUS. 
11. 

Children  of  light,  now  the  morning  is  breaking, 
Wide  o'er  the  hills  where  the  darkness  has  lain  ; 

Despot-oppressors  with  terror  are  quaking — 
All  their  vaunted  powers  they  find  on  the  wane. 

Mists  of  old  errors  around  them  are  thinning ; 

Are  breaking  at  times  to  the  strengthening  rays  , 
"Demons"  and  "goblins,"  they  find,  are  beginning 

To  vanish  as  light  their  true  nature  displays. 

Despots  now  chiefly  their  purposes  cover — 
'Neath  robes  of  hypocrisy  shelter  would  find  : 

Each  strikes  at  freedom  in  guise  of  a  lover. 
Disguised  as  an  allv,  her  soldiers  to  blind. 


NEW.  65 

See  !  from  the  robes  of  deceit  circling  'round  them, 
They  strive  to  reflect  stolen  rays  from  the  morn  ; 

Thus  as  the  rising  beams,  gaining,  confound  them, 
Pretend  to  work  well  for  the  cause  that  they  scorn. 

All  their  successes  betray  desperation  ; 

Their  cunning  and  craft  are  revealing  their  fears  ; 
The  dawning  light  now  begins  new  creation  ; 

Come  !  join  in  the  work,  for  the  morning  appears. 


52   LABORERS,  THE  DAY  BREAKS.   11. 

Children  of  labor,  the  day-dawn  is  breaking  ; 

The  day  when  old  despots  can  plunder  no  more  : 
See!  in  all  lands  how  the  people  are  Avaking ; 

Rejoice  !  for  the  night  of  oppression  is  o'er. 

Strong  are  their  forces,  but  ye  shall  subdue  them, 
•And  scatter  their  legions  and  sweep  them  away  : 

Behold,  they  retreat  e'er  ye  start  to  persue  them  ! 
As  light  falls  upon  them  they  shrink  in  dismay. 

Children  of  labor,  the  day  breaking  o'er  us 
Shall  know  only  justice  and  full  liberty : 

Shout !  for  the  foe  shall  no  more  stand  before  us, 
But  all  shall  be  brethren,  in  true  equity. 


53     WE  BUILD  NO  TOY-TEMPLES.       11. 

No  childish  toy-temples  of  fanciful  pride 
For  manhood's  true  worshipful  souls  we  provide; 
No  "sacrifice"  bring  we  of  "victims  once  slain  ;" 
No  souls  bowed  in  sorrow  and  trembling  with  pain. 

With  heads  lifted  up  in  the  day-beams,  so  bright, 
And  eyes  Avidely  opened  to  welcome  the  light, 


66  SONGS    OF    THE    MOKNIXO. 

We  find  every  portion  of  infinite  space 
The  true  sanctuary — tlie  center  of  grace. 

We  meet  by  the  road-side,  in  fields,  or  the  Avood, 
By  sea-shore,  the  streamlet,  or  wild  rushing  flood, 
At  home  or  in  workshop  ;  we  find  everywhere 
A  temple  of  worship,  an  altar  of  prayer. 

Our  lives,  now  released  from  the  blinding  control 
Of  old  superstition,  which  darkens  the  soul, 
Exult  in  the  wondrous  creative  display 
Of  wisdom  divine  which  is  crowding  our  way. 

We  strike  hands  with  Nature  and  God,  evermore, 
In  true  labor-worship,  with  which  we  adore 
The  soul  of  all  being,  the  fountain  of  life, 
Whose  love  turns  to  harmony  every  strife. 

We  know  that,  at  last,  on  our  earth  it  shall  give 
A  heaven  completed  to  all  that  shall  live: 
The  Temple  Divine  they  shall  see,  in  that  day, 
Who  now  with  toy-temples  that  love  would  portray. 


54     ENCOURAGEMENT  UNDER  DEFEAT. 
11. 

Children  of  light  and  of  labor,  arising 

For  justice  and  manhood's  true  freedom  to  fight, 

Banded,  foes,  desperate,  still  are  devising 

Dark  treachery-schemes  for  their  contests  with 
right. 

Thus,  for  a  time,  they  may  often  defeat  you, 
As,  conscious  of  right,  you  reject  all  disguise; 

They  steal  your  watch-words,  and  craftily  meet  you 
As  false  friends,  who,  fawning,  cast  dust  in  your 
eyes. 

But,  in  the  gloomy  hour,  when  all  before  you 
Grows  dim  till  the  morning  rays  all  disappear, 


NEW.  67 

Know  'tis  but  moving  mists,  just  passing  o'er  you  ; 
Look  sharply  !  some  breaks  will  reveal  rays  to 
cheer ! 

Every  success  of  the  despotic  forces 

But  leaves  them  less  skillful  X.o  wso.  their  old arins. 
These  fogs  will  break,  and,  their  falsehood-dis- 
courses, 

Reacting,  will  paralyze  them  with  alarms. 

Eyes  of  your  friends,  they  have  blinded,  unclosing, 
Will  see  their  deception  and  join  in  your  fight ; 

The  language  of  freedom  they  learned  for  opposing. 
Will  then  serve  to  forward  the  triumph  of  right. 


55       THE  LABORERS'  FOES   COWERING. 
11. 

See,  honest  toilers,  your  foes  all  are  cowering ! 

They  quake  as  the  morning  sheds  on  them  the 
light ; 
No  more,  in  sense  of  a  strength  overpowering. 

They  wage  open  war  with  the  friends  of  the  right. 

Tactics  of  cowardice  only  can  serve  them  ; — 

With  bribes,  slurs,  and  slanders,  your  force  they 
divide. 

Spurn  their  regards!  self-respect  will  unnerve  them; 
Their  army  is  wavering,  while  yours  they  divide. 

Epithets  aid  them  ;  their  cunning  confuses 
Your  half-waking  sense  of  propriety  true. 

Measures  they  slur,  their  self-interest  uses 

To  gain  them  success  in  the  work  they  persue  : 

Sneering  -aX.  your  thought  of  co-operation. 
As  "folly's  most  wild  and  fanatical  dream," 

Corporate  imions — their  "legal"  creation. 

They   make   serve   completely  each  plundering 
scheme. 


68  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Look,  then,  ye  toilers;  'tis  only  clear-seeing 
You  need  to  enthrone  perfect  liberty  here ; 

Strike  !  and,  from  old  institutions  once  freeing, 
Your  foes  will  soon  join  you  the  day-dawn  to 
cheer.  C.  S.  IV. 


56   RALLY,  YE  ARMY  OF  LABOR.  11. 

Rally,  ye  army  of  labor,  for  action  ; 

As  light  dawns,  monopoly's  legions  all  cower  ; 
Rally  ;  unite  ;  let  no  spirit  of  faction 

Deprive  you  of  liberty,  now  in  your  power. 

Charge,  then,  with  valor,  their   wings   and    their 
center. 

And  give  them  no  time  to  recover  from  fright ; 
Storm  every  refuge  its  soldiers  shall  enter, 

Nor  hold  till  they  cease  for  oppression  to  fight. 

Scan  every  spot  where  an  ambush  can  gather ; 

For  only  when  covered  they  venture  to  stand  : 
Forced  to  the  light  open  field,  they  will,  rather. 

Throw  down  all  their  arms,  and,  before  you,  dis- 
band. 


57  THE  DAY  STAR. 

11,  8.      Tune — Meditation. 

We  wake  from  our  slumber,  and  glorious  light 
Flows  over  our  long-darkened  way  ; 

We  look,  and  the  Morning-Star  rises  in  sight; 
It  heralds  the  dawning  of  day. 

The  silvery  luster  of  its  glowing  beams 
Makes  all  lesser  stars  quickly  pale  ; 

It  spreads  o'er  the  earth,  o'er  its  fields,  lakes,  and 
streams, 
Descending  from  mountain  to  vale. 


NEW.  69 

Earth's  energies  quicken,  and  the  bounding  air, 

Enlivening,  more  freely  inspires; 
Increasing  activity  starts  everywhere, 
As  life  in  its  glory  refires  : 

The  songs  of  the  birds,  all  awaking,  we  hear 

In  semi-tone  chirpings  ascend  ; 
And  manhood,  long  dreaming  in  dark  morbid  fear, 

Begins  all  his  fetters  to  rend. 

Yes,  this  is  the  Day-Star!  and  brightly  it  shines 
All  over  the  long-darkened  ground  ; 

The  soul's  inner  sense  now,  unfolding,  refines, 
Responding  to  light  shed  around. 

O  glorious  herald  of  manhood's  glad  day. 

We  joy  well  to  know  that  thy  rays. 
In  soul-lighting  luster,  around  us  shall  play 

Till  melting  in  sunlight's  full  blaze. 


58    OPENING  MORNING'S  JOYOUS  VIEW. 

11,  8.      Tune — Meditation. 

O  Morning  !  how  joyously  beam  on  our  sight 

The  glories  thy  coming  displays. 
While  'round  us,  transforming,  the  "goblins"  of 
night 

Enrobe  in  the  bright  shining  rays. 

Our  pathway  of  life  we  now  find  is  replete 

With  Nature's  abounding  supplies  ; 
No  "pitfalls  of  error"  now  "yawn  at  our  feet" — 

The  mists,  that  distorted,  arise. 

The  "  tempters,"  which  "  crowded  to  lead  us  astray," 
We  find  were  our  nature's  true  friends — 

The  angels  of  love,  who  were  pointing  the  way 
For  the  vigor  which  nature  defends. 


70  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING, 

The    "  frowns "    which   appeared    on    the  Visage- 
Divine, 

We  find  were  the  smilings  of  grace  ; 
The  "  flashes  of  wrath  "  were  the  glories  that  shine 

In  love,  which  illumines  his  face. 

The  earth  is  revealed  to  our  wondering  sight, — 

A  primary  school  of  kind  heaven  ; 
Where  bliss,  in  a  slowly  unfolding  delight, 

To  man's  cultured  nature  is  given. 

O  gropers  in  darkness,  now  open  your  eyes, 
And  mount  to  the  regions  of  day! — 

The  highlands  are  glowing  with  sunbeam-supplies, 
And  all  of  their  glory-display. 


59       HOW  TO  AWAKEN  THE   SLEEPERS. 

11,  8.      Tune — Meditation. 

O  brothers  who  joy  in  the  morning's  glad  beams. 

Let  us  in  true  vigor  arise. 
And    work    for    our  fellows    who,    struggling   in 
dreams, 

Would  hold  to  the  darkness  which  flies. 

They  strive  in  a  horror  that  curdles  their  blood, 

Yet  hug  their  delusion  and  fear  ; 
But  each  struggling  streamlet  of  the  vital  flood 

Half  feels  that  the  morning  is  near. 

They  see  us  as  foes  when  in  kindness  we  call, 

And  bid  them  awake  to  the  day  ; 
The  bright  scintillations,  around  them,  appall ; 

Distorted,  they  fill  with  dismay. 

Thus  dark  persecutions  they  call  to  their  aid, 

That  they  in  the  fog  may  remain  ; 
Each  rallying  effort  of  friends  seems  a  raid 

Of  ''demons,"  to  plunge  them  in  pain. 


NEW.  71 

The  mists  of  the  morning  make  lurid  the  glow 
Of  each  morning  ray  playing  'round — 

Makes  kind  love  fraternal,  "malignity's  flow, 
To  plunge  them  in  sorrow  profound." 

But    tho'    waking    struggles,    commingling   with 
dreams. 

Against  us  their  efforts  employ. 
Let  us,  all  imiting,  let  in  the  day-beams, 

And  we  shall  awake  them  to  joy. 


60    THE  JUDGMENT  MORNING  COMES. 

8,7. 

Lo,  it  comes,  the  long-expected 

Judgment  morning  of  our  earth, 
When  our  reason-germ,  perfected. 

Shall  at  last  have  gained  its  birth. 
Long  its  labor-throes  have  given 

Painful  "  creeds,"  to  rack  the  soul  ; 
Now  the  dawn  spreads  o'er  the  heaven, 

Vital  energies  control. 

Every  eye,  with  joy  surprising, 

Soon  shall  open  to  the  light ; 
Every  soul,  new-born,  arising, 

Drop  the  vestures  of  the  night. 
Breathing  then  the  inspiration 

Of  the  njwly-quickened  air, 
They  shall  soon,  in  transformation, 

Grow  to  manhood  everywhere. 

Faith,  well  grounded  and  maturing, 

Shall  behold,  with  manly  eye. 
Heaven-foundations  here,  enduring. 

Linking  with  the  heavens  on  high  : — 
Clearly,  through  the  mists  dissolving, 

Man  his  "Saviour"  here  shall  see — 


72  SONGS  OK    THE    MORNING. 

Wisdom — in  his  life  evolving, 

Which  from  blunders  "  sin  "  shall  free. 

Shout !  ye  first-born  of  the  morning, 
Who  have  gained  the  highland  view, 

And  beheld  the  earth  adorning 
In  the  light  unclouded,  true  ; 

Sunlight  shall  in  greater  glory- 
Through  the  earth  unfold  the  day. 

Sound  aloud  the  gospel  story 

Of  the  light's  all-conquering  sway  ! 


61       MORNING  MOVEMENTS.  8,  V. 

Look  !  the  light  is  o'er  us  breaking ; 

Morning  gleams  illume  the  skies; 
All  the  mists  are  in  commotion  ; 

See  !  they  break  before  our  eyes. 
List!  the  chirping  notes  of  gladness 

Birds  of  morn  begin  to  sing. 
Let  their  strains  dispel  all  sadness ; 

See  !  they  venture  on  the  wing. 

Science,  rising  from  her  slumbers 

And  the  truth-distorting  dreams^ 
Dimly  seeing,  crudely  blunders. 

Then  begins  to  catch  the  beams  : 
Classifying,  in  position 

Facts  arrange,  revealing  cause  ; 
Opening,  to  our  erudition. 

Knowledge  of  great  Nature's  laws. 

Fogs  grow  thinner;  eyes  grow  stronger;— 
Nature's  God  by  man  is  seen  ; — 

Superstition  can  no  longer 
Fully  hold  its  mists  between  : 

Manhood  wakes  to  its  condition, 
Challenges  its  kingly  foes  ; 


NEW.  73 

Woman  claims  her  true  position, 
Spurns  whatever  dares  oppose 

*'  Moral  "  dogmas,  persecution, 

Tyrant-greed,  monopoly. 
Now,  foreboding  dissolution, 

To  the  thickest  vapors  fly. 
Cheer  !  ye  struggling  prophet-toilers— 

Champions  of  the  truth  and  right, 
Ye  shall  conquer  all  despoilers  ! 

Now  appears  the  morning  light  ! 


62       MORNING  INSPIRATIONS.      8,  7. 

All  around  us,  notes  of  gladness 

Fall  upon  the  listening  ear. 
And  the  tones  of  shrinking  sadness 

Lessen  as  the  day  draws  near : 
E'en  the  morbid  dreamers,  quaking 

In  a  superstition-fright, 
From  their  fancies  half-awaking, 

Catch  some  gleams  of  morning  light. 

Often  those  Avhose  outer  senses 

Are  in  dozing-stupor  still, 
Find  their  inner,  gain  defenses, 

Strengthening  reason,  thought,  and  will, 
While  the  Saving  Light  they're  dreading. 

As  a  "  soul-destroying  fire," 
Evermore,  around  them  spreading, 

Much  their  souls  it  doth  inspire. 

Faith  now  holds  its  earth-foundations 

When  it  strives  to  mount  the  skies ; 
Less  it  flutters  in  gyrations — 

With  more  steady  wing  it  flies. 
Ever  wider  are  its  ranges  ; 

Higher,  higher  still  it  soars ; 
Less  the  fog  the  view  deranges 

When  the  life-field  it  explores. 


74  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

And,  while    half-awaking  vision 

Larger  inspiration  feels, 
Senses  open  find  elysian, 

Here,  the  morning  light  reveals 
Finds  the  heaven  to  earth  united. 

Angels  bringing  us  its  cheer  ; 
Faith,  becoming  clear,  all-sighted, 

Finds  perfecting-law  is  here. 


63  HASTEN,  MORNING.  8, 

Hasten  on,  thou  coming  morning  ! 

All  our  souls  of  thee  have  need  ; 
Let  thy  rays,  our  earth  adorning. 

Quicken  manly  life  and  deed  ; 
Faith  refiring  and  inspiring — 

Faith  that  blossoms  bearing  seed, 
Till  aspiring  souls,  desiring 

Real  gospel,  here  may  feed. 

Earnest  natures  darkly  labor 

To  promote  our  human  weal 
By  denying  self  and  neighbor 

Truths  that  morning  rays  reveal  ; 
Giving  ever  their  endeavor, 

With  intensest  bigot-zeal 
Made  a  lever,  hearts  to  sever 

From  the  love  divine  they  feel. 

Superstition-mists,  around  them, 
So  distort  their  spirits'  view 

That  the  morning  rays  confound  them. 
Till  the  false  appears  the  true  : 

Till  they're  praying  that  decaying 
Faith  may  crush  the  live  and  new ; 

Truth  obeying,  deeming  "  straying  ;" 

"Sinful"  all  that  truth  persue. 

Let  thy  glory-beams,  increasing, 
Soon  their  blinding  mists  remove, 


NEW.  75 

Till,  distortions  wholly  ceasing-, 

Light  shall  reach  tlieir  dogma-grove  ; 

Love  clear-sighted,  truly  lighted, 
Their  ideals  will  improve  ; 

And,  benighted  fancy  righted, 
Piety  the  light  will  love. 

Then,  in  fullness  of  the  blessing 

Which  the  open  light  shall  give, 
Every  soul,  in  love  progressing, 

Shall  for  real  welfare  live. 
Then  each  being,  clearly  seeing 

Whence  the  blessings  that  relieve, 
Shall,  in  freeing  light  agreeing. 

Real  aid  from  all  receive. 


64   DAY-BEAMS  WARM  BODY  AND  SOUL.  ] 

s,  r.  i 

Morning  light,  now  flowing  o'er  us,  j 

AVarms  anew  our  vital  blood,  '• 
While  the  opening  view,  before  us, 

Cheers  the  newly-quickened  flood.  ,• 

Long,  in  half-stagnation  courses,  \ 

It  has  struggled  through  each  vein,  1 

Striving  'gainst  malarial  forces,  < 

Which  had  poisoned  heart  and  brain  :  '• 

Dreams  of  "  wrath  "  and  "  condemnation,"  ^ 

Broke  our  rest  in  sleeping  hovirs ;  ; 

Rheums  and  agues  racked  sensation  t; 

In  our  half-awaking  powers  : 
Struggling  faith,  tho'  ever  seeking 

To  maintain  its  active  sway. 
Gave  but  superstitions,  reeking 

With  miasmas'  foulest  play. 

All  ideals  gave  distorted 

Shapes  unto  the  spirit's  view, 


76  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Which,  as  error,  greatly  thwarted 
Efforts  for  the  good  and  true ; 

God  and  Nature's  loving  features 
Seemed  to  frown  with  selfish  wrath, 

Sending  curses  on  their  "creatures," 
Scattering  woes  upon  their  path. 

Man  was  seen,  "A  feeble  being 

By  great  tempters  made  to  fall ; 
All  depi'aved,  no  power  for  freeing 

From  the  snares  which  souls  enthrall. 
Angel  friends,  when  circling  round  us, 

Seemed  but  "  demons  "  "  to  ensnare;" 
Lurking  foes,  who  would  confound  us, 

Seemed  besetting  everywhere. 

But  the  dawning,  breaking  o'er  us, 

Warm  anew  our  vital  blood. 
While  the  opening  view,  before  us. 

Cheers  the  newly-quickened  flood  : 
Life  and  health,  from  love  and  beauty. 

Warm  the  body,  heart  and  soul ; 
Grandest  pleasures  blend  with  duty 

As  the  day-beams  o'er  us  roll. 


65     SEE,  YE  FEARFUL!    YOUR  PATH 
BRIGHTENS.     8,  7. 

Day  is  dawning  ;  see  !  ye  toiling 

Strugglers  through  our  nature's  night, 
Who,  in  partial  life-awaking, 

Stumble  forward,  seeking  light — 
Ye  whose  intuitions,  rousing 

From  old  superstition-dreams, 
Strive  to  pioneer  your  progress. 

See!  the  morning  round  you  beams. 

Look  !  and  soon,  with  clearer  vision, 
You  will  see  your  life  prevails 


NEW 


77 


Over  every  seeming  "evil 

Which  its  vital  power  assails  ;" 

That  its  pains  are  only  transient 
Monitorial  promptings,  true, 

Pointing  out  the  path  of  pleasure 
You  are  seeking  to  pu."suc. 

See  !  less  dismal  grows  your  pathway ! 

Seeming  pitfalls,  "threatening  harm, 
Prove  but  shallow,  marshy  spaces, 

AVhich  should  never  cause  alarm  : 
E'en  the  vale  of  "death,"  before  you, 

Dark  and  fearful  seems  no  more — 
There  you  see  no  "vengeful  flashes," 

Such  as  vexed  your  souls  of  yore. 

Steadfast,  look  !  and,  as  the  daybeams 

Break  the  mists  before  your  eyes, 
You  will  see,  beyond  the  valley, 

The  celestial  mountains  rise  ; 
That  "the  death-fiend"  is  an  angel 

Leading  to  a  brighter  day. 
With  a  hand  of  love  extended. 

While  the  other  points  the  way. 


66  MORNING  LIGHT  BRINGS  A  GOSPEL. 

8,7. 

Long  the  gloomy  night  has  lingered. 

And  the  mists  o'erspread  the  sky, 
Till  no  ray  but  feeble  starlight 

Dimmed  by  vapors  met  the  eye  ; 
Or  when  mists  were  partly  breaking. 

As  by  surging  tempests  torn, 
Came  but  fitful  and  distorted. 

Leaving  us  the  more  forlorn. 

But  the  morning  light  is  dawning; 
Deeper  grows  the  spreading  gray  ; 


78  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

All  the  mists  are  in  commotion, 
Thinning  in  the  breaking  day: 

Clearer,  clearer  now,  before  us, 
Nature  opens  to  our  view  ; 

Ever  the  distortions  straighten, 
And  ideals  shape  anew  : 

All  the  horrid  fancies,  cherished 

As  eternal  truth,  divine. 
Are  dissolving,  reconstructing, 
As  the  day-beams  'round  them  shine  : 
Man  is  seen,  the  child,  well  cherished 

By  Almighty  Power  and  Love ; 
"Woes,"  but  monitors,  to  teach  him 

Pleasure's  path  if  he  should  rove. 

Morning  light  thus  brings  a  gospel 

To  the  hungry,  famished  soul, 
Satisfying  nature's  cravings  ; 

This  can  make  the  wounded  whole ! 
Send  its  message  to  all  nations. 

Till  each  needy  soul  shall  see 
Nature's  all-supplying  fountain, 

Ever  open,  ever  free. 


67    MORNING  BRINGS  NEW  CREATION. 

8,7. 

Now  we  see,  with  joy  nd  gladness, 

Manhood's  dawning  morning-light 
Scattering  all  the  misty  sadness 

Of  old  superstition's  night. 
This  is  heaven's  divinest  treasure ; 

Every  blessing  with  it  blends 
In  an  all-supplying  measure. 

And  upon  our  earth  descends. 

This  unfolds  a  new  creation. 
Working  'round  us  every  hour ; 


NEW.  79 

Earthly  scenes,  in  transformation, 
Glow  with  heavenly  life  and  power. 

Man,  awaking,  starts  to  action, 

Shares  the  flowing  morning-gleams  ; 

And,  unheeding  creed  or  faction. 
Scales  the  mounts  for  fuller  beams. 

There  no  saddened  tones  of  pleading 

Load  the  breath  of  manly  prayer : 
Man,  his  life's  own  promptings  heeding, 

Working,  grasps  his  answer  there. 
Let  us,  all  obstructions  spurning, 

Toward  the  summits  force  our  way, 
From  ou  purrpose  never  turning 

Till  we  bask  in  open  day. 


68         MORNING    LIGHT   WILL    GIVE    US 

HEAVEN.     8,  7. 

Joyously  our  souls  awaken, 

As  our  manhood-morning's  hour 
Sheds  its  dawning  rays  around  us, 

In  their  all-illuming  power: 
Views  sublime  unfold  before  us 

As  the  vapors  roll  away. 
And  the  day-beams,  ever  clearing. 

Nature's  opening  fields  display 

All  the  half-seen  glory-glimpses 

Of  Ideal's  early  dreams 
Were,  we  see,  but  dim  reflections 

Of  our  morning's  rising  beams  : 
Ever,  as  the  light  increases, 

Larger,  grander  still,  they  grow, 
Then,  as  newer  rise,  are  fading 

In  the  daylight's  freer  flow. 

Grandest  flight  of  poet's  fancy 
Scarcely  can  its  thought  express 


80  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Ere  the  opening  light,  so  real, 
Dims  the  luster  of  the  dress. 

Soon,  in  fully-open  morning, 

Truth  undimmed  shall  all  receive  ; 

And  the  perfect  light,  transforming, 
Heaven  complete  to  earth  shall  give. 


69       HEAVEN'S    BUILDING-LAW    WORK- 
ING HERE.     8,  7. 

In  the  morning  breaking  o'er  us, 

While  but  twilight  meets  our  eyes, 
All  the  opening  view  before  us 

Gives  us  cheering  soul -surprise  : 
Earth  is  seen  with  beauty  glowing, 

Well  unfolding  heavenly  love, 
On  each  open  heart  bestowing 

Foretaste  of  the  heaven  above. 

All  the  "evils,"  so  distressing. 

Now  we  see  are  but  the  sway 
Of  the  forming-laws,  progressing 
While  obstructions  block  their  way: 
"Poisons,"  misplaced  building  forces. 

Or  dross-solvents  misapplied, 
"  Death  "  but  nature's  law  divorces 
'Twixt  the  lives  no  more  allied ; 

Pain,  the  faithful  guardian  angel 

Of  the  soul's  unfolding  form  ; 
Prompting  wisdom — life's  evangel. 

Till  it  learns  to  check  the  storm  ; 
Earthquakes,  spreading  desolation, 

Tempests,  dark  contagion -woe. 
But  life-force  in  inflammation 

Its  obstructions  to  o'erthrow. 

And  we  see  that  passions  breaking 
Forth  into  excesses  wild. 


NEW.  81  1 

Are  but  trammel-burstings,  making  ■'. 

Room  for  Nature's  growing  child  :  '; 

See  Ideal's  blindest  blunder,  -i 

In  its  thought  of  moral  law,  "j 

Cannot  keep  our  nature  under —  i 

That  its  bands  will  prove  as  straw.  \ 

Yes,  we  see,  the  "great  destroyer,"  \ 

Laying  joy  and  virtue  low,  I 

Is  the  Life-Divine  employer,  ^ 

Bidding  builders  forward  go  :  :| 

'Hells"  the  discord  of  the  clearing  '; 

Grounds  for  heaven  arising  here.  ] 

Yes  !  we  see  the  city  rearing,  j 

As  the  light  is  grownng  clear.  i 


70     MY  SOUL'S  JOY  IN  THE  LIGHT.     8,  7. 

Dogma-darkness,  now  forever  ; 

Thou  hast  left  my  tortured  soul !  '^. 

Thy  old  chilling  gloom  can  never  i 

More  my  manly  powers  control ! 

Tho'  by  thee  so  long  surrounded,  - 

I  have  risen  to  see  the  light ;  j 

Reason  is  no  more  confounded  ''., 

By  forebodings  and  affright.  '. 

Now,  serenely  here  abiding,  'I 

Peace  and  joy  my  nature  fills ;  j 

From  my  God  no  more  I'm  hiding;  ^^ 

I  delight  in  w^hat  he  wills  :  I 

"Sins,"  I  see,  but  blunders;  saviours  ] 

All  the  pains  they  bring  to  teach;  ' 

"Death"  the  pioneer,  whose  favor  J 

Makes  all  life  to  serve  for  each.  ■ 

And,  I  see,  tho'  many,  dreary,  ] 

In  the  darkeninsf  mists  abide.  '< 


82  SONGS  OF  thf:  morning. 

Starving  for  the  truth,  and  weary 
For  the  rest  they  spurn  and  chide, 
"Sins,"  and  pains,  and  "death"  are  serving 
Cherished  errors  to  dissolve, 

While  their  souls,  so  well  deserving, 
In  great  Nature's  grace  evolve. 


•n  THE  WAKING  CRY.  8,  7. 

Wake,  O  man  !  the  Day-Star  rises ! 

See  !   He  mounts  the  glowing  sky  ; 
Now  his  lighting  beams  are  flowing 

On  each  fully-opened  eye ; 
Wake  !  Behold  !  and  then,  rejoicing, 

Thou  wilt  join  the  waking  cry, 
And,  thy  nature's  life  adoring, 

Know  thy  nature's  God  is  nigh. 

Wake !  ye  who,  in  troubled  sleeping. 

Struggle  with  your  morbid  dreams, 
"Goblin"  forms  are  disappearing — 

Morning  through  your  lattice  gleams; 
Wake!  your  fancied  "flames  of  vengeance' 

Are  the  light's  caressing  beams  ; 
Wake  !   Behold  !  their  fond,  endearing 

Love  flows  'round  you,  now,  in  streams. 

Wake  to  life  of  manly  action  ! 

To  its  fruits  of  manly  joy ! 
Wake  !  and  Nature's  truths  and  beauties 

Will  your  manly  powers  employ. 
And  the  superstition-terrors 

Will  no  more  their  work  destroy  ; 
Wake  !  and  joys  shall  blend  with  duties, 

Joys  which  fear  cannot  alloy. 


83 


72      WAKE  FROM  SUPERSTITION.     8,  7. 

Lift  your  eyes,  ye  long-benighted! 

Wake  from  superstition-fear ; 
See  !  the  earth  around  is  lighted  ; 

See  !  the  dawn  of  day  is  here  ; 
See  !  the  mists  are  in  commotion  ; 

Wake  from  morbid-dream  affright ! 
Rise  from  morbid,  fear  devotion  ! 

Rise  and  greet  the  morning  light! 

Wake  to  manly  life-endeavor  ; 

Let  your  widely-opened  eyes 
See  that  Nature's  laws,  forever, 

Give  us  perfect  life-supplies  : 
See  !  The  "evils,"  which  alarm  you. 

Ever  teach  the  laws  of  joy, 
That  your  blunders  may  not  harm  you 

When  your  powers  find  true  employ. 

See  !  as  blinding  mists  are  thinning. 

Fancied  "demons"  prove  your  friends, 
And  your  "penalty"  for  "  sinning" 

But  the  work  which  folly  mends. 
Nature's  God,  with  smiling  features, 

Greets  you  in  the  dawning  day  ; 
Never  frowns  upon  his  "creatures," 

Never  casts  his  wards  away. 


73       ASCEND  THE  HIGHLANDS.       8,  1. 

Brothers,  who  are  vainly  trying. 

In  the  lingering  mists,  to  find 
Inspirations  well  supplying 

The  aspiring  human  mind, 
See!  the  morning-dawn  is  breaking! 

See  !  the  mountains  tower  before  ! 
Scale  their  hights,  the  fogs  forsaking — 

Nature's  open  fields  explore. 


SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Mount  where  vapors  are  dispersing; 

Where  the  soul,  with  open  eyes, 
Can,  with  nature's  God  conversing, 

Find  unfailing  life-supplies. 
Leave  traditions,  dim  and  dying, 

And  their  fetid  atmosphere 
Here  are  highland  fields,  supplying 

Vital  currents  fresh  and  clear. 

Hasten  where  the  light  is  flowing 

Undistorted  all  around. 
Where  the  wholesome  plants  are  growing 

Over  all  the  gladdened  ground  ; 
Seek  no  more  your  life  to  nourish 

On  the  fungus  of  decay  ; 
Living  shoots  abvmdant  flourish. 

Which  would  give  it  healthy  play. 

Here  the  fields  already  whiten 

With  the  promised  fruit-supply  ; 
Fragrant  blossoms  hourly  brighten, 

Yield  perfume  and  cheer  the  eye. 
Mount  the  highlands,  never  turning 

Once  a  lingering  look  behind  ! 
All  your  nature's  life  is  yearning 

For  supplies  you  here  may  find. 


74   THE  CHARGE  TO  NATURE'S  FREE-      ] 

MEN.   8,  7.  i 

Nature's  freemen,  take  your  stations  !  'i 

Be  the  leaders  in  the  van 

Of  our  earth's  advancing  nations,  ' 

Of  your  struggling  fellow-man. 

Blindly  striving,  ever  striving  * 

Nature's  law  of  life  to  scan — 

Their  evolving  life-creation —  s 

Love  Divine's  unfolding  plan.  1 


NEW.  85 

Bid  the  darkened,  dogma  preachers — 
"Blinded  leaders  of  the  blind," 
Stand  aside  for  Nature's  teachers, 

Take  their  stations,  now,  behind. 
Help  their  victims,  struggling  victims, 

From  the  "ditch"  their  way  to  find, 
And  remove  from  spirit-features 

That  which  darkens  thus  the  mind. 

Take  your  stations,  tho'  excited 

Priestly  despots  loudly  rail  ; 
Show  the  pious  souls  benighted, 

Nature  ever  will  prevail — 
True  religion — free  religion. 

Will  old  dogma-power  impale  ; 

Pausing  not  till,  earth  well  lighted, 

"Creeds"  no  more  can  truth  assail 

Let  the  priestly  pride  no  longer 

You  as  "worldlings"  classify! 
True  religion  will  be  stronger 

When  it  works  with  open  eye ; 
Well  assert  it !  now  assert  it ! 

Error's  haughty  hosts  will  fly  ; 
Then,  well  known,  none  e'er  shall  wrong  her, 

From  her  light  none  hide  the  eye. 


75     MORNING  PROPHETS,  YOUR  WORK 

PREVAILS     8,  7. 

Prophets  of  the  dawning  morning, 

See  !  as  light  increases  'round. 
Those  who  met  your  call  with  scorning 

Now  begin  to  scan  the  ground  : 
While  your  upward  view  ignoring, 

TAey,  with  clearing  earth-bound  eyes, 
Life'sfoutidations  are  exploring. 

For  the  structure  soon  to  rise. 


86  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Science  delves  in  brave  endeavor 

To  well  base  philosophy  ; 
And  her  blows  well  serve  to  sever 

Ruins  which  around  her  lie. 
Many,  while  by  vapors  darkened, 

Feel  the  warming  morning-rays, 
And  unconsciously  have  barkened 

To  the  truth  the  light  displays. 

In  the  priestly  institutions 

Social  life  and  arts  revive ; 
"Creeds"  are  kept  in  thin  dilutions, 

For  the  weakly  sensitive  : 
The  ecclesiastic  preachers 

Lean  on  old  Hypocrisy  ; 
Morning  prophets,  you're  the  teachers ! 

See!  old  superstitions  die' 


76      ANGEL  FRIENDS  WITH  US.      8,  7. 

Now,  as  dawn  is  deepening  o'er  us, 

We  behold,  around  us  stand. 
Loving  friends  who've  gone  before  us 

To  the  joyous  angel  land  : 
When  the  heart  is  deeply  yearning 

For  the  tender  soul-caress. 
From  their  heaven  they,  oft  returning, 

Find  it  heaven  our  lives  to  bless. 

Angel  friends,  no  more  our  lonely 

Longringf  hearts,  in  slavish  fear, 
Spurn  your  converse,  thinking  "only 

'  Demon  foes'  surrovmd  us  here  :" 
Morning  rays,  arovind  us  streaming, 

The  distorting  mists  remove, 
Till  no  more  your  smiles  are  seeming 
"  Frowns,  to  blight  our  life  and  love." 

Joys  unknown  our  souls  are  warming, 
For,  before  our  wondering  eyes. 


NEW.  87 

"Goblin-forms"  are  all  transforming, 

Heaven  we  see  on  earth  arise  : 
No  forebodings  dark,  of  sorrow, 

Golden  memories  alloy  ; 
Now  we  know'  a  heavenly  morrow 

Fully  shall  unfold  our  joy. 


tT     ANGELS,  OUR  MORNING  VISITORS. 

8,7. 

Lo  !  in  morning's  dawning  glory, 

While  our  hearts  expand  with  cheer, 
And  old  errors,  worn  and  hoary. 

In  the  light  soon  disappear. 
Angels  join  us,  freely  join  us, 

In  our  social  circles  here. 
Tinting  earth  with  rainbow-glory 

From  the  higher  heavenly  sphere. 

Mists  all  melt,  no  more  distorting. 

Angels  as  our  friends  are  known  : 
From  fraternal  love  resorting 

To  the  scenes  which  were  their  own. 
Giving  gladness,  buoyant  gladness. 

Giving  hope  its  rightful  throne, 
Strengthening  it  till,  fears  all  thwarting. 

None  in  sadness  e'er  shall  moan. 

Now  we  see,  their  ministrations 

Are  through  God  and  Nature's  law, 
As  in  all  the  love-relations 

Kindred  souls  together  draw. 
This  is  perfect,  fully  perfect, 

With  no  lacking  and  no  flaw, 
All-sufficient  for  "salvation  :" 

Ills  before  it  are  as    straw. 

'•'Goblin  "  dreams  and  terrors  vanish  ; — 
God  and  angels,  with  us  here, 


88  SONGS    OF    THK    MORNING 

Lighten  care,  distortions  banish, 

Make  our  "woes"  our  pathway  clear 

For  our  progress,  onward  progress, 
Toward  a  perfect  heavenly  sphere. 

This  when  love  is  ripe,  unclannish, 
We  shall  see  on  earth  appear. 


78     PARTING  INVOCATION   FOR  MORN- 
ING  WORKERS.     8,  7. 

Now,  in  parting,  may  the  blessing 

Of  the  light's  unceasing  flow, 
Evermore  our  souls  possessing, 

Mould  our  lives  where'er  we  go, 
And  inspire  us,  well  inspire  us, 

Real  duty  well  to  know  ; 
That  to  fields  of  truest  labor 

We  our  efforts  may  bestow. 

May  no  prejudices  blind  us  ; 

May  the  light  of  dawning  day 
Cast  the  lingering  mists  behind  us, 

And  illumine  well  our  way. 
Till  the  glowing,  warming,  glowing 

Sunbeams  there,  may  so  display 
The  inviting  path  of  progress. 

That  no  footsteps  e'er  can  stray. 

Till  this  joyous  consummation 

Let  our  diligence  and  care 
Freely  join  in  earnest  labor 

With  our  fellows  everywhere  ; 
And  remember,  well  remember, 

Each  our  neighbor's  toil  to  share. 
Till,  in  light,  the  race  all  workers, 

Joyous  work  tlie  toil  shall  spare. 


NEW.  89 

79    THE  WATCHMAN'S  MORNING  TRUM- 
PET.      8,  7.     6  1. 

Hark  !  the  watchman's  trumpet,  sounding, 
Now  proclaims  the  dawn  of  day — 

Manhood's  day,  when  truth,  abounding, 
Finds  a  larger,  freer  play. 

Send  the  tidings  to  ail  nations — 
Tidings  of  the  dawning  day. 

Science  wakes  from  dreamy  slumbers, 

Finds  the  universal  laws  ; 
Poesy  exalts  its  numbers — 

Shows  the  All-Relating  Cause. 
Spread  the  light  through  every  nation  ; 

Show  them  Nature's  work  and  cause. 

Inspiration  learns  its  mission, 

And  its  universal  play  ; 
Science,  raised  to  true  condition, 

Joins  it ;  leads  it  on  the  way. 
Let  it  soon,  its  laws  revealing. 

Lead  from  error's  darkened  way. 

Superstition's  trembling  legions 
Seek  the  thickest  mists  in  vain  ; 

For  the  light  has  pierced  the  regions 
Of  the  fog-invested  plain. 

Send  the  light  till,  fogs  dissolving, 
It  shall  deluge  all  the  plain. 


80  MANHOOD'S  DAY  IS  DRAWING  NIGH. 

8,  V.     6  1. 

Freedom  toilers,  lo  the  morning 
Beams  o'er  all  the  Eastern  sky! 

See!  the  light,  the  hills  adorning, 
To  the  valleys  draweth  nigh. 


90  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Mark  the  tokens  !  much  betokens 
Manhood's  day  is  drawing  nigh. 

On  the  hills  the  birds  arc  singing; 

Listen  I  hear  their  tuneful  lays  ! 
Every  zephyr-breath  is  bringing 

Notes  their  joyous  voices  raise. 
Mark  the  tokens  I  cheering  tokens 

Of  the  sunlight's  coming  rays. 

Despots  start  in  wild  commotion, 
Struggling,  in  despairing  plight, 

To  make  ignorant  devotion 

Serve  to  bar  the  morning  light. 

Mark  the  tokens!  stirring  tokens! 
Right  begins  to  show  its  might. 

Kingly  craft  and  priests',  conspiring, 

Newer  subterfuges  try; 
But  the  people's  hearts  are  firing. 

Manhood's  day  is  drawing  nigh. 
Mark  the  tokens  !  all  betokens 

Manhood's  day  is  drawing  nigh. 


81   RALLYING  CALL  TO  THE  NEW  BUILD- 
ERS.    8,  V.     6  1. 

Dogma's  night  and  desolation 
Long  upon  our  earth  has  lain, 

But  there  comes  a  new  creation — 
Morning  dawns  o'er  hill  and  plain  ; 

And  the  chilled  and  nearly  blighted 
Plants  revive  with  life  again. 

Ruined  wrecks  of  former  ages 
Lie  in  fragments  strown  around ; 

And  their  builders*  wrath  enrages 
When  we  strive  to  clear  the  ground; 

But  we  know  'tis  m.anly  duty 
Needed  structures  new  to  found. 


NEW.  91 

Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 
All  who,  waking,  see  the  light ; 

Ever  active,  well  pursuing 

The  demands  of  truth  and  right ; 

There  is  nothing  that  opposes 
But  the  love-inverting  blight. 


82     DESPOTS'  ARTS  IN  FREEDOM'S 
MORNING.     8,7.     6  1. 

Freedom's  morning  now  is  nearing  ; 

See !  o'er  all  the  Eastern  sky. 
How  the  deepening  gray,  appearing. 

Makes  the  mists  and  darkness  fly ; 
How  the  despots,  troubled  despots, 

Quaking,  newer  arts  must  try! 

Thrones  appeal  unto  the  people 

As  their  source  of  "  rights  divine  ;" 
The  cathedral-tower  and  steeple 

For  the  "worldly"  friendships  pine; 
And  their  builders,  crafty  builders, 
"Worldly"  skill  with  "  faith"  combine. 

"Worldly"  rulers,  most  despising 

All  ecclesiastic  power, 
Seek  to  kill,  yet,  succor  prising, 

Streams  of  flattery  on  it  shower; 
Priests  all  cowering,  inly  cowering, 

Laud  the  "  laws"  they  would  devour. 

Despotism  now  decomposes — 

Each  lone  element,  in  strife, 
'Neath  Hypocrisy  opposes 

Secretly  the  others'  life. 
Theirs  is  but  desolving  vigor. 

Where  but  treachery  is  rife  : 

War  must  wait  till  Greed  has  voted  ; 
Greed  to  thought  must  bow  the  knee : 


92  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Bigotry  must  seem  devoted 

To  all  liberality. 
Prophet  toilers,  freedom  toilers, 

You  may  here  your  triumph  see ! 


83       MANHOOD'S  DAY  DAWNS.      8,  7. 

Manhood's  day  at  length  is  breaking ! 

Through  the  mists  it  sheds  its  rays ! 
Eyes  which  seek  the  truth,  awaking, 

Find  it  opening  to  their  gaze. 

Active  souls  who  scale  the  raounta.ns, 
Where  the  view  is  open,  clear. 

See  the  sunlight's  flowing  fountains, 
And  the  morning  star  appear. 

Wake  !  arouse  !  ye  long-discouraged, 
Dozing  champions  of  the  right ; 

Wake  to  action;    well  encouraged  ; 
Strike  for  manhood,  in  the  light. 

Despot  foes,  in  darkness  hoarding. 
Deem  ye  conquered,  sleep  secure ; 

Wake  !  the  light  is  now  affording 
Victory  that  will  endure. 


84   THE  JUDGMENT  TRUMPET.   8,  7. 

God  the  token-word  hath  spoken — 
Science  gives  the  "trumpet-sound; 
"Creeds"  all  broken,  well  betoken 
Mighty  changes  all  aroimd. 

Errors,  fearing,  partly  hearing, 

Shrink  at  Nature's  judgment-blast; 

As  appearing,  ever  nearing, 
Her  archangel  comes  at  last. 


NEW,  93 

Now  the  sounding  trump,  resounding, 
Wakes   from  dogma-graves  their  dead  ; 

While  surrounding  light,  confounding, 
Dazzling,  plays  around  each  head. 

As  ascending  souls  are  blending 

With  the  truth-illumined  sky. 
Error's  bending  power  is  ending; 

False  authority  must  fly. 

Institutions,  in  dilutions 

Fashion  "creeds,"  to  hold  their  sway; 
'Mid  confusions,  old  illusions 

They  behold  all  pass  away. 

The  consuming  fires,  illuming 
The  new  earth,  the  old  destroy  ; 

Truths  now  blooming,  sway  assuming, 
More  and  more  our  powers  employ. 


85  NATURE'S  GOD  TO  MAN  HAS  SPOKEN. 

8,7. 

Nature's  God  to  man  has  spoken ! 

By  his  voice,  in  every  land. 
Persecution's  power  is  broken — 

Undisguised  it  cannot  stand. 

Now  its  hand  and  shriveling  fingers 
Wield  no  more  the  sword  of  power ; 

In  disguise  it  merely  lingers. 
Growing  feebler  every  hour : 

Priestly  chains,  by  rust  of  ages. 
Cankered,  rotted,  hold  no  more ; 

Nature  opens  wide  her  pages  ; 
Seers  abound  as  ne'er  before. 

By  Hypocrisy  protected, 

Propped  by  power  of  reigning  Greed, 


94  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Dogma's  bulwarks,  best  erected, 
Crumbling,  serve  no  more  its  need. 

Nature's  living  shoots  are  springing 
Forth  to  life  o'er  all  the  ground  ; 

Chimes  of  science-truths  are  ringing  ; 
Her  foundation-laws  are  found. 

Nature's  God  to  man  has  spoken  ; 

Where  his  voice  is  clearly  heard 
Superstition-faiths  are  broken 

'Neath  his  nature-written  word. 

Pass  the  word  to  error's  forces ! 

When  the  people  understand, 
Heeding  Nature's  wise  discourses, 

Error's  armies  must  disband. 


86  DESPOTISM  BEGINS  ITS  ENDING.  8,  7. 

Soldier  for  the  right  contending, 

Let  thy  courage  never  fail ! 
Despotism  begins  its  ending. 

Freedom's  forces  wall  prevail. 

Tho'  the  battle  rages  'round  thee, 
'Tis  the  foes'  despairing  charge  ; 

They  can  never  more  confound  thee, 
Tho'  their  numbers  may  be  large. 

See  !  their  energy  is  wasting — 
Coward-arts — deceit  they  try  ; 

Thou  art  ever  on  them  gaining ; 
Soon  their  haughty  hosts  will  fly. 

Onward  !   see  !  their  ammunition, 
(Failing  fast,  and  blindly  used) 

Oft  rebounding,  their  position 

Sweeping,  has  their  ranks  confused: 


NEW.  95 

While  with  freedom's  forces  striving, 
Freedom's  battle-cry  they  sound — 
"Justice!"  "law!"  their  shouts  reviving 
Freedom-inspiration  'round. 

Fears  o'erwhelm  them,  paralyzing 
All  their  ever- vaunted  powers  ; 

Now,  in  manly  strength  arising. 
Strike  !  the  day  will  soon  be  ours. 


87     DESPOTISM'S  COWARDLY  TACTICS. 


Brothers,  let  no  thought  of  sadness 
Faith  and  joyous  hope  confound, 

When  old  dspotism,  in  madness. 
Strikes  your  fellows  to  the  ground. 

Tho'  the  friends  of  truth  assailing, 

Often  seeming  to  succeed, 
Closely  scan  it !  when  prevailing, 

All  its  tactics  weakness  plead. 

By  its  craft  in  false  pretenses. 
Now,  from  victims,  it  must  gain 

Prejudice  for  its  defenses. 
Or  its  efforts  prove  in  vain  : 

"  Moral  purity's  protection," 

To  the  blinded  crowd  it  cries  ; 
From  their  rights  gains  their  defection 
But  by  dust  cast  in  their  eyes. 


88   NATURE'S  EVOLUTION-PROMISE.  8,7. 

Hear  ye  not  the  golden  promise, 
Nature  to  her  children  gives? 


96  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

"  My  constructing-hand  shall  finish 
To  perfection  all  that  lives  : 

"I  will  make  the  dreaded  'evil,' 

Dreary  shadow  pass  away  ;  j 

And,  from  darkness  soon  evolving,  ' 

Thou  shalt  see  the  beaming  day.  ; 

"Lower  forms  and  lower  forces 

Shall  foundations  lay  for  man  ;  ' 

Who,  in  fullest  life-unfolding,  t 

The  causation-laws  shall  span.  j 

"Thus  thy  childish  hopes,  tho'  'failing,' 

Will  give  larger  life-supply  ;  ^ 

Not  a  throe  is  unavailing,  \ 

Not  a  tear  in  sorrow's  eye."  i 


89    FAREWELL  TO  THE  RISEN  SOUL.  8,  7.        j 

Risen  soul,  no  more  surrounding 

Earthly  floods  and  billows  roar;  ; 

Angel  life,  with  joy  abounding,  ; 

Greets  thee  on  the  heavenly  shore.  i 

There  thy  nature's  ripening  glory —  j 

All  thy  loves'  unfolding  flow,  \ 

Free  from  trammels  grim  and  hoary,  \ 
Perfect  heavenly  joy  shall  know. 

'Mid  those  truer  life-relations, 
Well  completed  will  appear 
All  that  spirit-aspirations. 

Stumbling,  oft  predicted  here. 

In  imperfect  life-endeavor,  i 

We  awhile  must  here  remain  ;  i 

But  the  soul  ascendeth  ever; —  ; 
We  sliall  meet  thee  soon  again. 


NEW.  97 

90  ANGEL  FRIENDS'  GREETING  VOICES. 

8,7. 

Hark  !  what  sounds  are  floating  o'er  us, 

In  a  lively,  joyovis  strain  ! — 
Loving  friends  w^io've  gone  before  us, 

Come  to  greet  us  here  again. 

Ivisten  !  tneir  exulting  voices 

Reach  us  on  each  passing  breath  ; 

Earth  with  heaven  to-day  rejoices. 
For  a  friend  we  find  in  death. 

Hear  them  cheer  the  new  arrival ! 

Open  reason's  listening  ears  ! 
Hear  our  friend,  in  life-survival, 

Triumph  o'er  old  earthly  fears  ! 

Now  our  misty,  morbid  terrors 

Change  to  joys  in  morning  light ; — 

Heaven  and  eartli,  through  fading  errors, 
Join  their  hands  Avithin  our  sight. 


91     ANGEL-CONVERSE,  AND  MESSAGES. 

8,7. 

Hark  !  while  morning-life  rejoices, 

While  awaking  nature  sings, 
Angels  add  their  cheering  voices. 

Earth  with  spirit-greeting  rings  : 

Many,  long  esteemed  as  "  lost  ones, 
Torn  by  '  cruel  death '  away," 

Say  to  VIS,  the  tempest-tost  ones. 
They  are  still  with  us  to-day  : 

Tell  us,  "  life  is  one  eternal 

Onward-flowing,  perfect  stream-^ 

Earthly  blending  with  supernal — ■ 
Sharing  its  effulgent  beam  :" 


98  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Tell  US  "death  is  but  resigning 
To  the  earth  the  outworn  clay ; 

E'en  as  vital  powers,  refining, 
Yield  some  portion  every  day  ; " 

That  "the  ripe,  or  hampered  spirit 
Casts  obstructing  flesh  aside, 

Yet  its  earthly  friends  are  near  it, 
Finding  it  a  friend  and  guide." 

Shout !  the  goblin-dreams  have  vanished  ! 

Earth  and  heaven  unite  to-day  ; 
Superstition-fears  are  banished : 
"Hells"  dissolve  in  morning's  ray. 


92  DAWNING  MORNING. 

8,  7.      Tune — Shining  Shore. 

We'll  join  our  hands,  with  lively  cheer, 

In  earnest  life-endeavor  ; 
The  chills  of  fear  all  disappear; 

They  leave  us  now  forever. 

Chorus. — Foi-,  oh  I  Ave  see  the  jubilee 

Of  manhood's  dawning  morning, 
And  earth  below  begin  to  glow — 
In  heavenly  robes  adorning. 

We'll  shrink  no  more,  with  tearful  eyes, 

From  any  passing  sorrow  ; 
If  storms  arise,  the  clearing  skies 

Will  brightness  from  them  borrow. 

Let  passion  sweep  in  tempests  wild ! 

This  truth  the  light  discloses — 
Life's  angel,  mild,  thus  aids  her  child 
'Gainst  what  his  life  opposes. 

We  joy  in  the  resistless  flow 

Of  vital  inspirations; 
The  Avhirlwinds  blow  clears  earth  below, 

For  heavenly  life's  foundations, 


NEW.  99 

We  joy  in  every  grand  display 
Of  heaven's  unfolding  treasure, 

Which  morning  shows  around  us  flows 
In  soul-supplying  measure. 

Cho. — For,  oh  !  we  see,  etc. 


93  ANGELS  HERE. 

8,  7. —  Tune — Shining  Shore. 

The  light  is  spreading  o'er  the  sky, 
Each  moment  growing  stronger ; 

Distorting  mists  now  break  and  fly  : 
They  blind  our  eyes  no  longer. 

Chorus. — For,  oh  !  the  streams  of  morning  beams 
The  plains  are  flowing  over ; 
And  with  us  here,  in  social  cheer. 
The  angels  we  discover. 

The  loving  friends  Avho've  gone  before, 

We  find  are  with  us  ever ; 
With  heavenly  vigor  evermore 

Inspiring  life-endeavor. 

We  see  that  "Death"  is  Life's  true  friend, 

Who  opens  wide  the  portal 
Through  which,  to  higher  spheres,  ascend 

The  souls  that  drop  the  mortal : 

That  dying  forms,  in  changing  states, 

The  life-forms  are  evolving: 
That  Nature  ever  thus  "creates" 

From  lower  forms  dissolving  : 

That,  through  the  mighty  realms  of  space. 

Life-pulses  all  are  beating 
Response  to  the  nutritious  grace 
"Death"  yields  for  life-completing. 

We'll  join  our  hands,  in  earnest  zeal. 
With  angels,  in  erecting 


100  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

A  heaven  below,  which  will  reveal 
The  higher  heavens,  connecting. 

Cho. — For,  oh !  the  streams,  etc. 


94    FAITH'S  MORNING  ACHIEVEMENT. 

8,  V,  4. 

Through  the  vapors,  earth  surrounding, 
Rays  of  dawning  find  their  way  ; 

Fancies  crude,  so  long  confounding, 
Melt  before  the  dawn  of  day  : 

See  !  the  day-beams 
More  and  more  around  us  play. 

Long  we  strove,  in  half-awaking 
Struggles,  to  unclose  our  eyes, 
Saw,  with  nightmare  terror  quaking, 
"  Demon  "  forms  around  us  rise  : 

Deeming  angels 
"  Fiends,"  who  joy  would  sacrifice. 

Thus,  with  frantic  efforts,  hiding 
From  imagined  dangers  near, 

Vapor  "creeds"  we  were  providing, 
As  the  covers  for  our  fear. 

Till  the  thinning 
Fogs  began  to  break  and  clear. 

Then  we  roused,  and,  'mid  confusing, 
Strange  distortions  all  around, 

Manhood  powers  first  feebly  using. 
Stumbling,  gained  the  higher  ground. 

Till  the  clearer 
Morning  light  at  length  we  found. 

Here  we  find  complete  salvation 

In  our  lives'  unfolding  play  ; 
And  we  call  to  every  nation, 

Scale  mounts  and  meet  the  day  ; 
Then,  enlightened, 

Faith  shall  lead  in  Nature's  way. 


NEW.  101 

95    MORNING  LIGHT  FREES  AND  SAVES 

US.     8,  7,  4. 

Morning  light,  increasing  round  us, 
E'er  the  fogs  have  passed  away, 

Melts  the  icy  chain  that  bound  us, 
Gives  our  natures  freer  play, 

And  our  life-streams 
Greater  vigor  day  by  day 

Intuition's  opening  vision 

Sees,  in  grand  unfolding  views, 

Earth  preparing  fields  elysian, 
Decking  in  the  heavenly  hues  ; 

Love  fraternal. 
Thrilling,  spreads  the  joyful  news. 

Faith  now  finds  her  true  foundation 

In  the  all-sustaining  laws  ; 
There,  unmoved,  she  grasps  creation, 

And  the  all-unfolding  cause  ; 
Which,  evolving, 

"Well  repaires  the  transient  flaws. 

Earth  now  shows  us  love  eternal  ; 

Storms  its  equilibrium  flow  ; 
Through  the  storm-cloud,  joy  supernal 

Sheds  its  gleams  on  every  woe, 
Giving  glimpses 

Of  unfolding  heaven  below. 

Thus  illumed,  we  see  that  vices — 
Passion-tempests — but  remove 

Air  befoulments  and  the  ices 

Frigid  "  morals  "  cast  on  love  ; — 

"  Hells"  thus  aid  us 
While  we  link  with  heaven  above. 

Oh  !  the  wonderful  salvation 

Which  our  Morning  brings  to  view ! 

This  is  real  consolation, 

Grace  divine,  almighty,  true, 

Free,  unceasing. 
Old  as  time,  yet  ever  new ! 


102  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING, 

I>et  it  now,  our  souls  expanding, 
Energise  each  manly  power, 

Till,  while  yet  on  earth  we're  standing, 
To  the  highest  heavens  we  tower, 

And  reach  downward 
Loving  hands  the  "hells"  to  scour. 


96   THE  SEERS'  DUTY  TO  SLEEPING  FEL 
LOWS.     8,  V,  4. 

Nature's  seers,  who  scale  the  mountains, 
And  discern  the  morning  beams, 

In  your  joyous  exultation 

O'er  the  upward-spreading  gleams. 

Still  remember 
Those  who  strive  in  morbid  dreams : 

Just  beneath  you,  in  the  vallies, 
Lingering  fogs  obscure  the  day. 

Stupefying  manly  powers, 

Which  would  wake  to  manly  play  ; — 

There  your  fellows 
Life-streams  stagnate  and  decay. 

Wildly  striving  to  awaken 

From  their  superstition-fright, 
Their  half-opened,  feeble  senses 
See  you  as  the  foes  of  light ; 
And  would  brand  you 
"  Helpers  of  the  '  fiends  '  of  night." 

Governments,  of  states  and  churches, 
Led  by  greed,  around  them  stand — 
"Menial  "  servants — executing. 

Where  they  can,  each  wild  command 

Of  the  blinded 
Dark  resentments  of  the  band. 

Yet,  unfearing,  draw  ye  near  them  ; 
Cry  aloud,  "  'Tis  dawning  day  !  " 


NEW.  103 

Meet  with  love  their  drowsy  curses; 
Keep  their  roaring  bulls  at  bay, 

Till  their  waking 
Powers  arouse  to  healthy  play. 


97       HELP  THE  DOGMA-DARKENED.  j 

8,  7,  4.  1 

On  the  realms  of  dogma-darkness,  ■ 

Sons  of  light,  in  pity  gaze  ;  ; 

See  the  crowds  of  human  brothers  ;^ 

Lost  in  superstition's  maze,  i 

Vapors  spreading  "« 

Over  all  their  thoughts  and  ways  :  ', 

Dwarfed  and  chilled  by  priestly  teachings  ] 

In  their  tender  childhood  years, 
Reason's  vision  dimmed,  distorted. 

By  a  morbid  fancy's  fears,  ' 

Error,  danger,  ' 

Nature's  truth  to  them  appears  ;  ^ 

i 

Reason's  voice,  within  them  speaking,  ; 

Nature's  loves,  when  they  impel,  ' 

Are  contemned  and  scorned,  resisted. 

Deemed  the  "whisperings  from  hell."  j 

And  benighted  ^ 

Virtue  loves  in  chains  to  dwell  ;  < 

Faith's  intensest  life-endeavor  : 

Closes  inspiration's  eyes  ;  -; 

Love  fraternal,  when  controlling,  : 

To  befog  its  fellows  tries  ;  h 

Blinding  vapors 

Deems  the  light  to  make  them  wise.  .^ 

i 

Sons  of  light,  behold  with  pity —  } 

Loving  pity — not  with  scorn  !  i 

Work  with  earnest  zeal  to  rescue  ' 

All  your  fellows  thus  forlorn;  , 

Help  to  scatter 

Fosfs  that  vail  our  reason's  morn.  ^ 


104  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

98       GOD  WITH  US  HERE.      7. 

Morning'  light,  in  joy  we  see 
How  thy  power  the  soul  can  free  ; 
How  the  mists  before  thee  flies, 
Opening  the  effulgent  skies  ! 
Ever  on  resistless  flow  ; 
Change  to  joy  our  human  woe  ; 
To  the  souls  oppressed  Avith  fear, 
Show  their  nature's  God  is  here. 

While  the  daybeams  dawn  around, 
Many  still,  in  dread  profound, 
Deem  them  only  "  lures  to  woes, 
From  malignant  'demon    foes  ;" 
Thus  they  plunge  into  the  mist. 
And  their  needed  light  resist. 
Show  the  timid  souls  sincere, 
Thou,  their  God,  art  Avith  them  here. 

While,  in  superstition-fright, 
They  attempt  to  bar  the  light. 
And  their  waning  faith  would  stay 
On  a  "  God  that's  far  away  ; " 
In  an  agonizing  prayer 
Calling  for  his  aid  and  care, 
Show  his  presence  ever  near — 
Show  their  loving  God  is  here. 

Show  them  strifes  of  darkened  years, 
Pains  and  sorrows,  griefs  and  tears. 
Were  but  manhood-energies 
Conquering  what  opposed  their  rise; 
Show,  from  worn  and  clogging  earth. 
Soul-life  germs  thus  gain  their  birth  ; 
Clear  their  mental  atmosphere. 
Till  they  know  our  God  is  here. 

Morning  Light,  tho'  long  we  strove 
In  the  mists  that  vailed  thy  love. 
Which  concealed  the  smiling  grace 
Of  our  God  and  Nature's  face. 


105 


Now  we  see,  with  joy  profound, 
God  and  love  our  lives  surround  ; — 
Seeming  frowns,  their  smiles  of  cheer, 
Know  our  God  is  with  us  here. 


99    LIGHT  AND  FREEDOM  GAINING.    ' 

See  !  the  glorious  morn  appears — 
Earth's  great  morn  of  manhood  years  ; 
Superstition's  night  is  o'er; 
Soon  her  dreams  can  vex  no  more. 

Tho'  the  mists  still  linger  round, 
Ever  thinning  they  are  found  ; 
Breaking,  oft,  some  votary 
Of  the  darkness  is  set  free. 

Many  half-desponding  souls, 
While  yet  fear  their  thought  controls. 
Catch  some  feeble,  glimmering  gleams 
Of  the  sunlight's  coming  beams. 

In  the  vallies  tho'  we  find 
Many  still  are  nearly  blind, 
All  ascending,  shout,  with  cheers, 
"See  !  the  Morning-Star  appears  !  " 

Despots  quake  with  strange  alarm. 
And,  to  save  their  craft  from  harm, 
Plunge  into  the  densest  mist. 
That  the  light  they  may  resist. 

But  the  deepening  tinge  of  gray, 
Even  there,  reveals  the  day  ; 
All  their  prudence-craft  is  vain — 
Light  and  freedom  on  them  gain. 


100  SAFE  IN  NATURE'S  FORTRESS. 

In  Nature's  laws  abiding, 
My  soul,  in  triumph,  sings ; 


106  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

And,  in  them  well  confiding, 
Defies  old  error's  kings  : 

Tho'  dogma-foes  surround  me, 
With  fiercest  battle-cry, 

Their  power  can  ne'er  confound  me; 
My  walls  their  strength  defy. 

My  fortress-tower  can  nev^r 

Before  their  efforts  fail ; 
But  they,  by  vain  endeavor,    • 

Exausted,  I  prevail  : 
Tho'  superstition  rages, 

My  walls  are  built  secure, 
Of  truth — the  rock  of  ages — 

And  ever  shall  endure. 

In  vain,  with  trumpet  sounding, 

Old  error's  powers  combine, 
Each  fruitless  charge,  rebounding, 

Breaks  its  own  battle-line. 
Thus,  here  in  joy  abiding. 

My  soul,  in  triumph  sings. 
The  Life  Divine  is  guiding, 

And  victory  it  brings  ! 


101  MORNING. 

7,  6.      Tune — Misssiotiary  Hy7nn. 

What  light  is  this  that  rises? 

What  music  round  us  rings? 
'Tis  morning!  glad  surprises 

Each  waking  warbler  sings. 
Behold  !  the  East  is  glowing 
With  ever-deepening  gray  ! 
'Tis  on  each  cloud  bestowing 
The  tints  of  coming  day  ! 

Our  souls,  tho'  long  benighted, 
And  racked  with  dreamy  fear, 

See  now  before  us  liglited 
The  region  once  so  drear; 


107 


And  ever,  round  us,  thinning, 
Distorting  mists  remove. 

And  "  goblins  "  are  beginning 
To  shape  to  forms  of  love. 

Now  earth  casts  the  reflection 

Of  soul-illuming  beams. 
Revealing  its  connection 

With  heaven's  outflowing  streams 
We  see  that  joys  supernal 

Unfold  with  us  below  ; 
And  learn  that  I^ove  Eternal 

Is  conquering  every  woe. 

A  perfect  fount  of  blessings, 

Each  source  of  pain  we  see, 
Which  never  yields  distressings 

When  from  befoulments  free  ; — 
That  ever  when,  in  blindness, 

The  streamlets  we  may  rile, 
In  Nature's  law  of  kindness. 

They  bring  us  balm  the  while. 

In  joyous  expectation, 

We  wait  the  deepening  dawn, 
And  fullest  revelation 

When  all  the  mists  are  gone  ; 
Exulting  in  the  measure 

Of  light  upon  our  way, 
Faith  finds  mid  sorrows,  pleasure; 

It  antedates  the  day. 


102        NIGHT  PASSING  AWAY.        7,  6. 

The  night  of  superstion 
Is  passing  from  the  earth  ; 

Man  feels  his  new  condition 
Of  spiritual  birth  ; — 

His  nature's  life-relation 

His  powers  of  thought  commands; 


108  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

The  laws  of  new  creation 
He  finds  Avithin  his  hands. 

The  dreamy  hosts,  awaking, 

Feel  the  transforming  power ; 
The  despot  forces,  quaking, 

Arc  weakening  every  hour  ; 
Old  persecution  falters, 

And,  'neath  Hypocrisy, 
Affects  to  build  the  altars 

Of  "moral  purity." 

In  last,  despairing  charges 

The  foes  of  right  engage  ; 
But  freedom's  host  enlarges, 

And  checks  their  craft  and  rage  ; 
And,  tho'  not  Avell  perceiving 

Their  battle-field  before. 
Their  blows  are  well  retrieving 

The  losses  met  of  yore. 

As  morning  inspiration 
The  more  secures  its  sway. 

Our  souls,  in  transformation. 
Give  manly  faith  its  play  ; — 

In  self-respect  arising, 

The  loves  assert  their  right 

To  work  to  God's  devising 
.  In  manhood's  Morning  Light. 

They  open  Nature's  pages, 

Till  Law,  Divine,  is  found  ; 
The  fetters  of  the  ages 

We  trample  on  the  ground  ; 
We'll  scale  the  towering  mountains, 

Tho'  stumbling  by  the  way, 
Till  basking  in  the  fountains 

Of  open,  beaming  day. 


NEW.  109 


103    THE  DAY-STAR  IS  APPEARING.    1,  6. 

The  Day-Star  is  appearing  ; 

It  heralds  morning's  dawn  ; 
The  fogs  commence  the  clearing  ; 

They'll  from  us  soon  be  gone  ; 
As  broken  clouds,  then,  shining    . 

With  rising  sunbeams'  glow, 
They,  from  each  golden  lining. 

Shall  luster  on  us  throw. 

What  tho'  in  troubled  dreaming, 

Long  seemed  our  gloomy  night, 
Our  life-blood  often  seeming 

To  stagnate  with  affright ! 
The  morning-beams,  transforming. 

Distortions  shall  remove. 
And  manhood-life,  well  warming, 

Unfold  in  vital  love. 

Faith,  freed,  enlightened,  grounded 

In  natural  law,  divine, 
No  more  shall  be  confounded, 

Nor  feel  its  powers  decline  ; 
But,  deepening,  broadening,  towering 

In  manly  majesty, 
Shall  welcome  without  cowering 

The  doubt  that  sets  it  free  ; 

His  office  recognizine:, 

It  gives  the  countersign  ; — 
In  confidence,  well  prizing 

The  sentinel  divine  ; 
It  finds  his  hand  extended 

To  lead  it  on  the  way, 
Till  darkening  clouds,  ascended, 

Leave  unobscured  the  day. 

We  joy  in  the  appearing 

Of  manhood's  Morning-Star, 

And  ever  toward  us  nearing 
The  day  that  seemed  afar ; 


110  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

The  morning  inspiration 

Expands  our  souls  with  cheer; 

It  gives  us  full  salvation 
From  superstition-fear. 


104    THE  MOUNTAIN-TOPS  ARE  GLOW- 
ING.    7,  G. 

The  mountain-tops  are  glowing 

With  Morning's  rising  beams, 
And  on  the  vallies  throwing 

Their  ever-brightening  gleams  ; 
And  many,  who  were  quaking 

In  morbid-dream  affright. 
Are  from  their  slumber  waking. 

To  see  the  dawning  light. 

The  mountain-sides  are  swarming 

With  those  who  seek  the  day  ; 
Who,  as  they  feel  the  warming, 

With  vigor  force  their  way  : 
The  many  just  beginning 

With  stumbling  steps  to  climb; 
The  few  where  vapors  thinning, 

Reveal  the  hights  sublime. 

These  call,  with  earnest  voices. 

To  sleepers  in  the  vales, 
"Awake!  The  earth  rejoices! 

The  Morning  Light  prevails  ! — 
Its  forces  serve  your  nature — 

Each  proves  a  genial  friend, 
Who  works  with  the  'Creator,' 

Life's  every  'ill '  to  mend." 

And  tho',  with  dreamy  terror, 

Full  many  still  remain — 
With  superstition-error 

Congealing  heart  and  brain  ; 
Tho',  for  our  gospel  labors, 

They  curses  on  us  cast, 


NEW.  Ill 

We  know  that  these,  our  neighbors, 
Will  wake  to  lisfht  at  last. 


105    MORNING  ILLUMES  THE  MIND.   7,  6. 

O  Nature  !  as  the  cheering, 

Bright  day-beams  on  us  rise, 
In  grandeyr  new  appearing, 

Thy  glories  meet  our  eyes! 
We  see  in  thee,  abounding. 

Our  life  and  joy  supply  ; 
The  streams  each  soul  surrounding, 

The  fountain  never  dry  ! 

We  see  each  soul  evolving 

A  form  for  new  career ; 
Which,  lower  forms  dissolving, 

Rebuilds  for  higher  sphere. 
No  longer  are  we  trembling 

At  fancied  "demon  foes," 
Whose  cunning  and  dissembling 

O'erwhelm  with  final  "woes." 

We  see,  our  life-endeavor, 

Tho'  stumbling  by  the  way. 
The  Life  Divine,  forever, 

Leads  on  in  Nature's  way  ; 
No  more  crude  aspiration, 

In  thought  from  "  sin  "  to  free. 
Would  check  the  new  "creation," 

O  Nature  !  Avrought  by  thee. 

No  more,  in  pious  feeling 

By  fearful  fancies  driven, 
In  self-abasement  kneeling. 

We  pray  'gainst  kindly  heaven  : 
Our  lives,  now  free,  unguarded 

By  false  ideals,  find 
Their  every  act  rewarded 

With  light  to  aid  the  mind. 


112  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Our  watchfulness  employing- 

To  find  our  nature's  laws, 
Makes  us  secure,  enjoying 

Repose  on  life's  own  cause  : 
No  "evils"  can  befall  us. 

And  foes  in  vain  assail ; — 
Love's  law,  almighty,  'round  us, 

Is  perfect ;  will  prevail. 


106         THE  JOYOUS  STORY.         1,  0. 

How   joyous  is  the  story 

The  Morning  gospel  sings — 
That  heaven's  unfolding  glory 

Our  earth  to  manhood  brings — 
That  every  child  of  sorrow 

Our  youthful  earth  shall  rear, 
Shall  see  a  joyous  morrow. 

Despite  his  stumbling  here  : 

That  man,  each  human  spirit. 

And  man  the  race,  shall  see 
The  soul-life  we  inherit 

From  all  its  "evils"  free — 
Instructed  by  his  "sinning" 

And  sufferings,  to  prepare 
A  heavenly  life;  beginning 

In  nature's  labor-prayer. 

Our  souls,  exulting,  hear  it. 

And  sorrows  melt  away  ; 
Our  bovmding  hearts  revere  it. 

And  move  in  freer  play  ; 
Our  pains  and  slight  privations 

In  confidence  we  bear; — 
Faith  sees  a  full  salvation 

Unfolding  everywhere. 


NEW.  113 

107     WE  MUST  TELL  THE  STORY.     7,  6. 

Whoe'er  hath  seen  the  glory 

Of  Morning's  dawning  light, 
Must  strive  to  tell  the  story 

To  sleepers  of  the  night ; 
His  soul,  with  Joy  o'erflowing, 

Would  have  nis  neighbors  share 
The  blessings  light  is  throwing 

Around  him  everywhere. 

Who  feels  the  inspiration 

Of  morning's  atmosphere, 
Would  to  earth's  every  nation 

Impart  his  lively  cheer: 
His  soul's  new  life,  expanding, 

Would  all  his  fellows  bless 
With  the  new  power,  commanding 

A  joy  from  old  distress. 

Whoe'er  is  plainly  hearing 

The  Morning-music  sounds — 
The  lively  notes  of  cheering, 

Which  thi'ough  the  earth  resounds, 
Must  seek  the  tones  of  gladness 

To  pour  on  fellows'  ears. 
And  wake  them  from  the  sadness 

Of  superstiton-fears. 

Yes  !  we,  who  know  the  glory, 

And  lively  Morning-joy, 
To  spread  abroad  the  story 

Must  all  our  powers  employ  ; 
Nor  cease  till  all  are  voicing 

The  soul-expanding  cheer 
With  which  the  earth,  rejoicing, 

Begins  to  charm  the  ear. 


108     JOIN  THE  MORNING  SONG 

Let  all  our  waking  voices 
Now  pass  the  notes  aloug, 


114:  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

With  which  the  earth  rejoices 
In  joyous  morning  song  ; 

In  lively  exultation, 

We  see  the  mists  remove, 

And  "hells,"  in  transformation, 
Unfolding  heavenly  love. 

The  angels,  hovering  o'er  vis. 

Now  join  the  grand  refrain — 
The  friends  who've  gone  before  us 

Return  to  earth  again  : 
They  drown  all  notes  of  sadness 

In  tones  of  thrilling  cheer ; 
And  man  awakes  in  gladnes, 

To  see  the  dawn  appear. 

The  "demons"  of  our  dreaming 

As  brothers  'round  us  stand  ; 
With  love  fraternal  beaming, 

They  give  the  helping  hand. 
Our  God  we  see  with  features 

Of  ever-smiling  grace. 
Which  beam  on  all  his  creatures, 

Through  all  the  realms  of  space. 


109  MORN    IS    DAWNING.         6, 

Morn  is  dawning!    see  it 

Lights  the  eastern  sky  ; 
Broadening,  deepening,  cheering 

Every  open  eye  ; 
Darkness  flies  before  it ; 

Earth  begins  to  ring 
With  the  notes  of  gladness. 

Waking  warblers  sing. 

Morn  is  dawning!    lo  it 
Clothes  in  radiant  light 

The  ascending  vapors 
Of  the  cheerless  night : 


NEW.  115 


Morning  clouds,  receiving 
Golden  linings,  throw 

Heaven's  unfolding  glory 
On  the  world  below. 

Morn  is  dawning !    purer, 

Fresher  zephyrs  play 
With  the  sweetening  vigor 

Of  the  coming  day  : 
Larger  inspirations 

Vivify  the  soul. 
And  its  senses,  waking, 

See  our  nature's  goal. 

Morn  is  dawning !    gladly 

Now  we  join  the  song; 
Love  and  joy  shall  triumph 

Over  hate  and  wrong ; 
Rays  of  light  are  falling 

On  the  darkened  eyes ; 
They  shall  soon  illumine 

All  the  earth  and  skies. 


110   UPWARD!   SCALE  THE  MOUNTAINS. 

6,  5.      Tune — Starlight. 

Upward  !    ye  aspiring 

Lovers  of  the  light ! — 
Reep  the  rising  Day-Star 

Ever  in  your  sight ! 
Scale  the  towering  mountains, 

Till,  in  full  display, 
'Round  you,  undistorted. 

Rising  sunbeams  play. 

Upward,  press  with  vigor ! 

Let  no  fears  appall, 
Tho',  awhile,  your  foot-slips 

Make  you  sorely  fall ; — 
Ye  who,  drawn  by  glimpses. 

Seek  the  glory  there, 


116  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Never,  in  your  efiforts, 
Of  success  despair. 

Upward,  tho'  your  pathway 

Great  obstructions  show ; 
Press  ye  on,  unheeding 

Cautions  from  below : 
Tho'  your  friends  beneath  you, 

This,  as  folly,  chide. 
Let  no  timid  councils 

Turn  your  feet  aside. 

Upward !   just  before  you, 

Brealting  vapors  clear. 
And  the  notes  of  gladness 

Chorus  lively  cheer! — 
Listen  !    birds  of  morning 

Joyous  music  blend 
With  the  joyous  voices. 

Bidding  you  "ascend." 

Upward  !    upward  !    listen 

To  the  triumph-tone, 
While  they  bid  you  "hasten. 

Make  the  light  your  own  :" 
Friends  have  reached  the  region 

Of  the  opening  day. 
And  are  now  rejoicing 

In  the  grand  display. 


Ill    THIS  A  WORLD  OF  GLADNESS.    6,  5. 

Now  a  world  of  gladness 

Opens  to  us  here. 
And  all  clouds  of  sadness, 

Thinning,  disappear; — 
In  our  opening  Morning 
"Evils"  blessings  prove — 
Earth  we  see  adorning 

In  the  heavenly  love. 


NEW.  117 

No  more  "wrath  and  chiding" 

From  our  God  we  see, 
But  a  wisdom,  guiding. 

Ever,  perfectly  : 
Pain,  we  see,  the  teacher 

Of  the  laws  of  joy — 
Freeing  every  creature 

From  its  life's  alloy. 

Energies,  long  striving 

In  a  half -despair, 
Now,  with  vigor  thriving, 

Join  in  labor-prayer; 
Faith,  thus  firmly  standing 

On  great  Nature's  laws. 
Towering  and  expanding. 

Grasps  the  living  cause. 

Here  we  see,  evolving, 

Manhood  master  prove. 
Follies,  all  dissolving. 

From  its  life  remove ; — 
Yes !   a  world  of  gladness 

Opens  to  us  here. 
And  all  clouds  of  sadness, 

Thinning,  disappear. 


112       ANGELS  WITH  US  HERE.      6,5. 

As  the  Morning  deepens. 

And  the  light  grows  clear. 
Angels  freely  join  us 

In  our  labors  here ; 
Each  aspiring  spirit 

With  new  life  inspire. 
And  his  waking  vigor 

Warm  with  heavenly  fire  : 

Circling  'round  our  hearth-sides 
In  affliction's  hour; 


118  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Nerving  great  achievements 

By  infusing  power; 
Calming  surging  passions, 

Which  would  whelm  the  brain  ;- 
Everywhere  their  presence 

Warms  each  vital  vein. 

Everywhere  their  loving 

Inspirations  guide  ; — 
Aid  each  troubled  spirit, 
"  Ills"  to  override  : 
When  they  can  but  whisper 

To  the  inner  ear, 
The  half-wakened  senses 

Catch  the  heavenly  cheer. 

But  a  freer  converse 

With  them  oft  we  gain, 
As  the  light,  increasing, 

Flows  o'er  hill  and  plain. 
Shout,  ye  long  benighted ! 

For,  in  day-beams'  play, 
Earth  and  heaven,  before  us. 

Join  their  hands  to-day. 


113  JOY  SUPERNAL  ON  EARTH.  6,5. 

This  is  joy  supernal — 

Standing  in  the  light 
Viewing  love  prevailing. 

Curing  every  blight — 
Seeing  racking  tempests 

But  expand  the  soul, 
Adding  greater  vigor 
"  Evils  "  to  control. 

All  the  sad  foreboding 
Of  the  night  are  o'er — 

In  the  joyous  day-beams 
They  return  no  more. 


119 


Grand  exultings  move  us, 

As  we  see  appear 
An  evolving  heaven 

In  each  hell  of  fear. 

"Sins,"  we  find  the  teachers 

Who,  with  kindly  hand, 
Point  us  out  the  pathway 

To  the  heavenly  land. 
Earth  we  see  constructing 

For  each  child  of  pain 
Flowing  robes  celestial, 

Free  from  every  stain. 

Oh,  the  lively  rapture 

With  which  morning  light. 
Filling  all  our  being, 

Thrills  the  wondering  sight! 
This  is  joy  supernal ! 

Who  would  from  it  stay  ? 
Brothers,  mount  the  highlands  ! 

Share  the  light  of  day  ! 


114     THE  LIGHT  COMES  FLOWING  ON. 

Tune. — John  Brown. 

The  morning  light  is  dawning  ;  see!  'tis  spreading 

o'er  the  sky  : 
The  mists  of  superstition  all  begin  to  break  and 

fly, 

And  men  begin  to  waken,   and  to  see  the  day  is 
nigh, 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Chorus. — Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
The  light  comes  flowing  on. 

The   morbid  dreams   are  passing  from    the  half- 
awaking  band 


130  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Who    strive   to  doze   in   darkness  while   the  light 

flows  o'er  the  land — 
They  catch    some    inspirations,   for  their  friends 

around  them  stand, 
And  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 

Our   wondering  eyes,   now  opened,  see  the  "de- 
mons" of  our  dreams 

Transform    to    beauteous    angels,    in    the   joyous 
morning  beams — 

The  friends  we  deemed  as  "lost  ones,"  with  us, 
joying  in  the  streams 
Of  light  now  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 

They  join  our  social  circles,  and  enliven  every  ]oy  ; 
They  lighten  every  sorrow  that  would  happiness 

alloy  ; 
They  nerve   our  manly  vigor    all   its   powers  to 

employ, 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 

We  see  in  all  around  us  God  and  Nature's  smiling 
face ; 

That  there,  and  here  within   us,  works  their  all- 
perfecting  grace, 

Which,  manhood  well  completing,  every  blemish 
will  efface. 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 

Our  souls  arise  triumphant  over  every  morbid  fear. 
For  "hells"  we  see  transforming  as  the  light  is 

growing  clear ; — 
Their  fancied  "demons"  joining   us   in  building 
heaven  here. 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 


SONGS  OF  THE  MORNING. 

VOL.  I.— PART  II. 
ORIGINAL  RESPONSES  TO  OLD  HYMNS, 

INCLUDING 

RESPONDING  VERSIONS. 


115      THE  VIEW  IN  MORNING  LIGHT. 
C.  M. 

In  Morning's  opening  light  I  stand, 

And,  with  discerning  eye, 
Survey  the  fair,  the  blooming  land, 

And  the  effulgent  sky. 

Oh,  the  inspiring  glorious  scene 

That  rises  to  the  sight 
When  fogs  no  more  are  found  between 

The  eyes  and  morning  light! 

Sweet  fields,  surviving  error's  flood, 
Stand  robed  in  nature's  green — 

Where  superstition-marshes  stood 
The  fruits  of  truth  are  seen. 

O'er  all  the  well-enlightened  ground, 

In  unobstructed  play, 
The  rays  of  truth,  reflected  'round. 

Enliven  every  day. 

Here  dogma-creeds  with  poisonous  breath 

Can  cast  their  blight  no  more  ; 
The  "victory,"  the  "sting  of  death," 

Its  triumphs  all  are  o'er. 


122  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

I  see  our  Mother's  loving  grace 

In  Nature's  law-behest ; 
I  see  in  all  her  smiling  face, 

And  on  her  bosom  rest. 

Old  Hymn  in  Responding  Version. 


116  O  FOR  A  THOUSAND  TONGUES. 
C.  M. 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 

In  loving  Nature's  praise — 
The  glories  of  the  blossoming 

And  fruitage  of  her  grace  ! 

Oh,  loving  Mother,  Father,  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
And  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 

The  honors  of  thy  name. 

Thy  name,  well  known,  will  charm  our  fears, 

And  bid  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
And,  in  the  drooping  sad  one's  ears, 

Will  whisper  hope  and  peace. 

It  breaks  the  fancies  crude,  of  "sin," 

And  sets  creed-victims  free — 
It  shows  their  natures  clean  within. 

To  all  with  eyes  to  see. 

In  Morning  light  thy  loving  voice 

Life-inspiration  gives. 
Which  makes  desponding  souls  rejoice, 

As  each  new  life  receives. 

Hear  it,  ye  superstitious  souls  ! 

Your  tongues  'twill  then  employ  ; 
And,  as  awaking  life  controls, 

Your  lame  will  leap  for  joy. 

Old  Hymn  in  Responding  Version. 


RESPONSES.  V2'.) 


117    AM  I  A  SOLDIER  OF  TRUTH?    C.  M. 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cause 

Of  truth  and  its  campaign, 
And  shall  I  swerve  to  win  applause 

And  error's  favor  gain  ? 

Shall  I  life's  higher  summits  scale 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease — 
Against  old  error's  force  prevail 

By  honeyed  flatteries  ? 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face — 

No  superstition-flood — 
Will  Pharisees  assist  the  grace 

Of  truth  and  nature's  God  ? 

Sure,  if  I  would  the  cause  maintain 

Of  truth  and  Morning  light, 
I  must,  through  earnest  toil  and  pain, 

Still  struggle  for  the  right. 

Truth's  soldiers,  in  her  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  tho'  they  die  : 
They  see  their  triumph  from  afar, 

With  Faith's  discerning  eye. 

When  truth's  effulgent  sun  shall  rise 

Its  armies  will  combine, 
And,  in  its  beaming  light-supplies. 

As  victors  ever  shine. 

0/d  H  in  Res.   Ver. 


118  WHEN  I  CAN  READ  MY  TITLE  CLEAR. 
C.  M. 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  Nature's  life-supplies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 

With  joyous,  tearless  eyes. 


134  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Should  creeds  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  poisoned  darts  be  hurled, 

I'll  smile  at  sviperstition's  rage, 
And  face  a  darkened  world  : 

I'll  shed  the  dawning  light  around 

Upon  the  eyes  of  all, 
Till  Morning's  gospel  truths,  profound, 

Shall  raise  them  from  their  thrall. 

Then  with  the  free,  enlightened  throngs, 
Whose  souls  their  anthems  raise. 

We'll  join  the  new  inspiring  songs 
Of  God  and  Nature's  praise. 

Responding  Versiofu 


119  SALVATION.  CM 

Salvation  !   O  the  joyful  sound 
What  pleasure  to  our  ears  ! — 

Salvation  from  the  gloom,  profound. 
Of  superstition-fears  : 

Buried  in  fancies  crude,  of  "sin" 
And  "wrath  divine,"  we  lay  ; 

But  raised  by  Nature's  grace,  begin 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Responding  Version. 


120     THE  DAAVN  OF  JUBILEE.     C.  M. 

Come,  sing  aloud,  with  joyful  sound. 
Of  Morning  gospel,  free — 


RESPONSES.  135 

Proclaim  to  all  the  world  around 
The  dawn  of  jubilee  ! 

Long  lost  in  superstition's  night, 

'Mid  fears  we  could  not  flee, 
Salvation  comes — the  Morning  light — 

The  dawn  of  jubilee  ! 

Ye  drooping  souls,  now  raise  your  voice! 

Behold  !  your  saviour  see  ! 
Ye  waking  prisoners,  now  rejoice 

In  dawn  of  jubilee  ! 

With  rapture  swell  the  great  refrain, 

Of  Morning-gospel  free. 
Till  all  the  world  shall  ring  again, 
"  The  daAvn  of  jvibilee  !" 

Let  every  well-enlightened  soul. 

Who  now  the  truth  can  see, 
Exultingly  the  anthem  roll. 

Of  "dawning  jubilee !" 

Old  H.  in  Res.  Ver. 


1121   M  O  R  N  I N  G'S  G  O  S  P  E  L-T  R  U  M  P  E  T. 

C.  M.      Time — Coronatio7i. 

Let  every  human  ear  attend. 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  Morning's  gospel-trumpet  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls. 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind — 
Who  with  tradition's  childhood-toys 

Would  fill  a  growing  mind. 

Eternal  Wisdom  here  prepares 

A  soul-supplying  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 

The  rich  provision  taste. 


126  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 

Witli  springs  that  never  dry. 

The  gates  of  Nature's  gospel-grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; — 
Here  all  may  find  complete  supplies. 

And  drive  their  wants  away 

Old  H  in  Res.  Ver. 


122  COME  TO  NATURE'S  GOSPEL  FEAST. 

C.  M.  ; 

Ye  starving,  superstitious  souls, 

Behold  a  royal  feast,  *• 

Where  Nature  spreads  her  bounteous  store  • 

For  each  accepting  guest ! 

She  stands  with  open,  loving  arms. 

And  bids  you  freely  come,  \ 

Nor  fear  the  priestly-wrought  alarms  ;  \ 

Behold  !  how  wide  the  room  !  "- 

Come,  then,  and  with  us  freely  taste 

The  joys  of  light  and  love  ;  \ 

And,  nourished  by  the  sweet  repast,  •; 

In  manly  vigor  move.  ; 

Then  each  expanding  soul  shall  voice,  .  ! 

With  loud  exulting  tone,  j 

The  songs  of  those  who  now  rejoice  \ 

With  joy  so  long  unknown.  ^ 

Thy  waking  spirit's  opening  eyes  ] 

Shall  then,  in  Nature,  see  i 

Thy  God  affording  full  supplies  i 
To  all  mankind,  to  thee. 

Old  H.  in  Res.   Ver. 


RESPONSES,  127 

123  DELIGHT  IN  NATURE'S  NAME.    C.  M. 

How  sweet  thy  name,  O  Nature  !  sounds 

To  one  who  sees  thee  clear  ; 
He  knows  thy  loving  life  abounds 

With  all  that  serves  his  cheer. 

He  knows  it  makes  the  wounded  whole ; — 

That  trouble  makes  the  breast 
Expand  to  serve  the  enlarging  soul, 

Who  finds  in  labor,  rest. 

He  knows  he  here  can  safely  build, 

And  needs  no  "  hiding-place  ;" 
That  thy  all-sweetening  fount  is  filled 

With  ever-fiowing  grace. 

He  knows  thine  every  law  a  friend ; 

O'er  all  its  "  woes  "  a  king  ; 
Who  by  its  workings,  in  the  end, 

Will  blessings  ever  bring  : 

That  tho'  bleak  fear  may  fill  the  heart 

In  superstition  taught, 
.Afflictions  sliow  thee  as  thou  art, 

Till  health  in  thee  is  sought. 

Then  let  my  powers  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  passing  breath. 
Till  all,  rejoicing  in  thy  name, 

Find  victory  in  "death." 

Response. 


124      GOOD  IN  ALL  EVIL.      C.  M. 

How  grandly  Nature's  blessings  flow  ! — 

The  seeming  false  is  fair; 
Each  poison  serves  our  pleasure,  too; 

Our  sweetening,  every  care. 

The  darkest  things  in  earth  and  sky 
Diffuse  some  rays  of  light ; 


138  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

We  should  inspect  for  joy-supply 
In  every  wild  affright. 

Our  enemies,  as  well  as  friends, 
Whose  love  so  warms  our  blood, 

Reflect  some  light  upon  our  minds, 
Revealing  nature's  God. 

The  sourness  of  inverted  loves, 
E'en  while  it  stings  the  sense, 

Back  to  the  aching  vacuum  moves 
Affections  driven  hence. 

O  Nature !  give  us  light  to  see 

Our  spirits'  needed  food. 
And  ever  from  the  chafif  to  free 

The  grains  of  real  good  ! 

Respotise. 


125      ALL  HAIL,  THE  TRUTH. 
C.  M.      Tune — Coronation. 

All  hail,  the  Truth  !  behold  he  comes  ! 

See  !  errors  prostrate  fall ! 
He  comes  with  royal  diadem, 

And  crowned  the  Lord  of  all ! 

He  comes  as  reason's  morning-beams 

Dawn  on  our  earthly  ball ; 
He  comes !  we  wake  from  morbid  dreams! 

He  comes,  the  Lord  of  all  ! 

He  comes,  and  superstition-fears 

No  more  our  souls  appall  ! 
He  comes,  the  "  peril  "  disappears! 

He  comes,  the  Lord  of  all  I 

He  comes  to  all — no  chosen  race — 

No  partial  remnant  small  ; 
He  brings  to  all  his  sovereign  grace; 

He  comes,  the  Lord  of  all ! 


RESPONSES  129 

Fie  comes  with  crown  of  manliness 

For  those  who  heed  his  call ; 
He  comes  !  in  him  our  souls  possess 

The  crown  and  Lord  of  all. 

"Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all." 

Then,  with  the  mighty  joyous  throng 

Arising  from  their  thrall. 
We'll  join  the  grand  exulting  song 

To  Truth — the  Lord  of  all ! 

Response  to  Old  Hymn. 


126  EARTH  YIELDS  A  HEAVENLY  HOME. 
C.  M. 

Here  joy  is  found  !     No  more  I'll  sigh  — 

The  Morning  light  has  come  ! 
It  shows  our  world,  like  "that  on  high," 

Affords  a  heavenly  home. 

Celestial  gleams  on  earth  we  know  ; 

We  find  a  sheltering  dome 
Are  Nature's  laws  :  they  conquer  woe, 

And  yield  a  heavenly  home. 

The  lively  inspirations  'round 

Disperses  lingering  gloom  ; — 
Earth  glows  ! — her  now  transforming  ground 

Affords  a  heavenly  home. 

Response  to  Old  H. 


127  ASPIRATION.  C.  M. 

While  thee  I  seek,  great  Nature's  power, 
Be  creed-taught  fancies  stilled  ; 


130  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

And  let  this  aspiration-hour 
With  reason's  light  be  filled. 

Thy  grace  to  free  my  thoughts  bestow, 

Assist  me  while  I  soar; — 
Let  light  undimmed  around  me  flow 

While  I  thy  laws  explore. 

When  skies  from  darkening  mists  are  clear, 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see — 
In  dreaded  "evils"  blessings  dear, 

Conferred  on  all  by  thee. 

I  look,  and  all  thy  works  and  ways, 

E'en  every  pain  I  bear, 
I  find  thy  perfect  care  displays, 

And  serves  my  nature's  prayer. 

Help  me  to  gain  the  joyous  hour 
When  light  my  life  shall  fill — 

When  blinding  mists  no  more  shall  lower. 
And  hide  thy  loving  will : 

When  faith's  strong  eye,  without  a  tear, 
Through  every  storm  shall  see  ; 

And  for  the  struggling  feel  no  fear, 
But  know  thy  power  will  free. 

Response  to  Old  H. 


128  ASPIRATION  FOR  MANHOOD-FAITH. 
C.  M. 

Let  manhood's  well  unfolded  faith 

Enlighten  well  my  powers  ; — 
I  then  shall  triumph  over  death 

In  life's  most  clouded  hours. 

Through  breaking  mists,  the  gleams  of  light 

Its  youthful  efforts  prove, 
Until  its  opening  spirit-sight 

The  chill  of  doubts  remove. 


RESPONSES.  131                    !| 

Then,  joying  in  the  strength  I  have,  ^ 

In  confidence  I'll  sing,  }^ 

"No  victory  is  with  the  grave !  i 

Death  has  no  '  vengeful  sting  !'  "  ; 

Our  nature's  God  gives  victory  >j 

To  life  of  every  grade  ; —  j 

'Tis  but  the  vestments  drop  and  die,  ] 

Life  is  anew  arrayed.  H 

Response  to  Old  H. 


129  PRAYER  FOR  A  TRUE  HEART.  C.  M. 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 

VV^ith  working-sympathy 
Toward  fellows  struggling  'neath  the  load 

Of  any  slavery  : 

A  heart  that  fires  when  grasping  greed 

The  despots  would  enthrone  ; 
That  yearns  with  fellows'  every  need, 

And  makes  their  cause  its  own  : 

A  heart  whose  every  pulsing-beat 

Propels  resistless  streams 
Of  vital  courage,  to  defeat 

Oppression's  selfish  schemes. 

Old  H.  in  Res.  Ver. 


130     AN    ANGEL    REACHES    FROM    THE 
GRAVE.     C.  M. 

Now  Morning  light  affords  the  faith 

To  cheer  the  dying  hours — 
It  shows,  an  angel-friend  is  death. 

Who  aids  the  living  powers. 

We  see  it  serve  the  forms  it  gave 
And,  in  full  triumph,  sing. 


133  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

"  An  angel  reaches  from  the  grave, 
And  not  a  'monster's  sting  !'  " 

Response. 


131     MORNING  VIEW  REVEALS  SPIRIT- 
LIFE.     C.  M. 

The  once-loved  form  whose  soul  has  fled, 

To-day,  our  thought  employs, 
Yet,  joyous,  know,  the  seeming  "dead" 

Has  risen  to  higher  joys. 

Faith  melts  in  sight  in  Morning  time, 

For,  on  the  angel-shore. 
We  see,  now  born  to  angel-prime. 

The  friend  who  goes  before. 

Then  childhood-nature,  cease  from  tears  ! 

The  light  spreads  o'er  the  sky. 
Till  to  our  reason's  view  appears 

The  realms  of  life  on  high. 

Response. 


132     A  VOICE   OF  LOVE   FROM  THE 
TOMBS.     CM. 

Hark!  from  the  tombs  a  joyful  sound, 
While  light  falls  on  the  eye  : 
"Ye  trembling  souls,  within  the  ground 
'Tis  but  the  vestments  lie  ! 

"Life's  higher  spheres  the  spirits  tread, 
And  wield  untrammeled  powers  ; 
From  whence,  returning  oft,  they  shed 
Their  light  on  earthly  hours. 

"Ye  stand,  amid  the  seeming  gloom, 
In  endless  life,  secure  ; — 
Your  nature's  God  permits  no  'doom' 
The  soirit  to  'immure :' 


RESPONSES.  133 

"The  all-encircling  perfect  grace, 
Through  Nature's  law-supplies, 
Will  perfect  all  to  see  his  face 
On  earth  or  in  the  skies." 

Response. 


133     DEATH,  LIFE'S  DEFENSE.     C.  M. 

O  man,  to  delve  in  creeds  forbear ! 

Now  cast  thine  eyes  on  high ! 
The  opening  day  is  not  afar — 

It  lights  the  Eastern  sky. 

Reflect !  thy  soul  doth  greatly  crave 

Above  the  mists  to  mount, 
And  see  that  the  long-dreaded  grave 

Ne'er  closes  life's  account  : 

That  death  but  serves  for  life's  defense — 

To  lovingly  compel 
Each  outworn  part  to  move  from  hence, 

Nor  prove  the  being's  hell. 

Thy  flesh-obstructions  thus,  with  care, 
The  vital  fires  consume  ; — 
"Destruction"  is  but  life-repair; 
It  works  beyond  the  tomb. 

Respo7ise. 


134     DEATH,  LIFE'S  PIONEER.     C.  M. 

Why  do  we  mourn  departed  friends, 

Or  see  in  death,  alarms? 
'Tis  only  superstition,  sends 

A  dread  of  Nature's  arms. 

All  life  is  tending  upward,  too, 
As  fast  as  time  can  move ; 


134  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow 
Which  perfects  all  in  love. 

We  should  but  joy  when  life's  full  day 

Man  ripens  for  the  tomb, 
And  know  'tis  but  the  vestments  lay 

Within  the  seeming  gloom. 

Each  joy  with  which  our  lives  are  blest, 
Each  grand  life-quickening  breath, 

Each  aspiration  of  the  breast 
Is  pioneered  by  death  : 

Each  life  unfolds  by  lower  forms 

Dissolving  for  its  sake  ; 
Life's  angel  sways  "destruction-storms," 

Their  forces  builders  make. 

Then,  in  the  light,  let  goblin-fears 

No  more  our  bosoms  sway. 
But,  joyous,  will  new  forms  and  years 

Our  honored,  outworn  clay. 

Response. 


135      THE  MORNING'S  RESCUE.      C.  M. 

Plunged  in  a  darkness  nigh  despair, 

In  misty  creeds  we  lay, 
Where  to  our  nature's  childhood's  night 

Scarce  reached  a  glimmering  ray. 

Blind  impulse-struggles  broke  our  peace, 

And,  in  a  mighty  grief. 
We  strove  with  drooping  energies 

To  find  a  true  relief. 

Fraternal  love  inflamed  by  fear 

The  wild  resentments  led, — 
In  strife  to  save  our  fellows'  soul. 

Their  bodies  burned  and  bled. 


RESPONSES.  135 

But  morning  light  fell  on  the  plains, 

The  fogs  began  to  break, 
And  from  our  frenzied,  morbid  dreams, 

Our  souls  began  to  wake. 

Then,  with  the  mist-distortions  o'er, 

Our  God  could  show  his  face  ; 
And  what  to  fears  a  frown  appeared, 

We  saw  was  smiling  grace. 

Now  rocks  and  hills,  and  angel  bands 

Assist  our  nature's  lays. 
While,  in  exulting  joyous  songs, 

We  God  and  Nature  praise. 

Response  to  Old  H 


136      COME,  HOLY  SPIRIT.      C.  M. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

Kindle  a  flame  of  trustful  love 
In  hearts  which  fear  devours. 

In  vain  they  sing  old  dogma-songs, 

In  vain  they  strive  to  rise, 
They  languish,  shrivel,  on  their  tongues, 

And  such  devotion  dies. 

Oh  !   shall  our  brethren  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate — 
With  fears  congealing  love  to  thee, 

While  thine  is  still  so  great? 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 

And  wake  their  nature's  deeper  love. 
That  it  may  join  with  ours. 

Old  H.  in  Res.  JW. 


136  SONGS    OK    THE    MORNING.  1 

i 

137  NATURE'S  GOD  APPEALS  TO  THE       ' 

CREED-BOUND.     C.  M.  \ 

Ye  creed-bound,  nature's  God  regard ; 

He  clearly  speaks  to-day —  '. 

He  calls,  in  open  science-word, 

From  dogmas'  darkened  way.  i 

'Mid  blinding  mists  you  ne'er  can  rest,  j 

Nor  feel  a  real  peace  ; 

The  aspirations  of  your  breast  j 

In  darkness  find  no  ease.  -j 

To  foster  discord — build  a  "hell," 

Why  will  you  persevere,  i 

When  in  the  light  you  all  may  dwell  ; 

Of  joys  serene  and  clear?  ! 

.1 
Why  will  you  in  the  darkened  ways  ^ 

Of  superstition  go —  j 

In  painful  struggles  spend  your  days  . 

With  mere  imagined  "woe?"  | 

Turn  to  the  light,  and  you  shall  live 

In  Nature's  flowing  grace  ! 
The  dawning  day  begins  to  give 

The  light  to  see  her  face. 

Look  to  her  all-perfecting  word  ; 

'Twill  banish  dreams  of  "sin," 
And  show,  in  you  your  nature's  "  Lord"  i 

Well  works  his  will  divine.  I 

0/d  H  in  Res.  Ver. 


138    COME,  DOGMA'S  VICTIM,  LOOK  TO  ' 

NATURE.     C.  M  \ 

Come,  dogma's  victim,  in  whose  breast  j 
A  thousand  fears  revolve. 


RESPONSES.  137 

Come,  with  your  sense  of  "guilt"  oppressed, 
And  make  this  firm  resolve  : 

"  I'll  look  to  Nature,  and,  within 
The  light  her  laws  disclose. 
Review  my  creeds — my  thoughts  of  *  sin,' 
And  causes  of  my  '  woes  : ' 

"Erect  in  manliness,  I'll  claim 
My  right  to  Nature's  grace — 
To  know  her  laws  and  make  the  same 
My  blemishes  efface : 

"  I'll  to  her  sovereign  power  approach, 
And  ask  that  it  bestow 
On  man  the  same  perfecting  touch 
That  serves  all  life  below. 

"  Perhaps  her  great  unfolding-laws 
Will  serve  my  nature's  prayer ; 
I'll  fully  trust  that  folly-flaws 
Her  workings  will  repair. 

"  I  shrivel  'neath  my  chilling  creeds, 
I  am  resolved  to  try 
If  Nature  cannot  to  my  needs 
Afford  complete  supply." 

Resp07ise  to  Old  H.  ■ 


139  I  HEARD  THE  VOICE  OF  JESUS.  C.  M.  j 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say,  ' 

"  Ye  love  me  ?  freely  feed  ] 

My  tender  lambs — the  famishing —  \ 

Destroy  the  reign  of  greed."  '\ 

I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  saw  \ 

A  loving  brother  there,  :; 

Who  for  the  weak  and  sorrowing  :* 

Wrought,  ever,  labor-prayer.  i 

i 


138  SONGS  OF    THE    jMORNING. 

My  soul  responded  earnestly 

To  his  fraternal  call  ; 
And  nations  I  beheld  profess 

To  "crown  him  Lord  of  all." 

I  said,  Behold  the  time  has  come ! 

Heaven's  kingdom  now  is  born  ! 
I  sought  their  aid,  to  work  for  him, 

They  laughed  my  thought  to  scorn. 

Then  to  the  circle  of  the  "saints" — 
The  church — with  hope  I  turned, 

It  rated  me  an  "infidel " 
My  aspiration  spurned. 

With  saddened  soul,  I  turned  again 

And  listened  for  his  word  : 
Are  these  thy  friends?  he  answered,  "Nay; 

Not  all  who  say  '  Lord  !  Lord  ! '  " 

Response. 


140       SAVIOURS  NOT  ALWAYS  TO  BE         \ 

MARTYRED.     C.  M.  - 

Behold  !  while  saviours  of  mankind  • 

Must  suffer  still  for  thee,  ) 

The  dawning  lights  the  public  mind  ;  ' 

From  error's  power  'twill  free.  ■ 

Each  life-divine,  through  suffering,  makes  ■ 

The  despots'  pillars  bend,  i 

Till,  with  co-workers  joined,  he  breaks  \ 
The  powers  which  truth  would  rend. 

And  tho'  the  slaves  who  by  his  aid  * 

Were  saved,  unite  their  cries                   *  ^^ 

In  clamor  'gainst  the  sacred  head  \ 

Who  comes  more  fully  wise,  -i 

And,  in  the  former  martyr's  name,  ; 

Rekindle  martyr-fires  ! 


RESPONSES.  139 

For  every  one  in  whom  the  same 
Illumined  love  inspires, 

Yet  sons  of  light  shall  break  the  chain 
Which  manhood-powers  confine ; 

O  freedom-toiler  !  not  in  vain 
Are  lives  of  love,  like  thine. 

Response  to  Old  Hymn. 


141  THE  TRUE  PREACHER'S  WORK.  CM. 

Let  preachers  from  old  dreams  awake, 

And  real  gospel  give — 
From  human  nature's  loving  God 

The  charge  divine  receive. 

'Tis  not  a  work  of  small  import 

They  take  upon  their  hands — 
To  light  the  minds  and  warm  the  hearts 

Of  eager,  listening  bands  : 

The  passive  natures,  by  their  words 

Are  shaped  for  weal  or  woe — 
In  love,  to  bless,  or  bigotry, 

To  blight  where'er  they  go. 

Response  to  Old  H. 


142    REJOICING  IN  MORNING  GOSPEL. 
L.  M. 

O  how  a  glance  of  opening  day 
Old  superstition  sweeps  away, 
Till  the  inflowing  life  divine, 
Awaking,  fills  this  soul  of  mine ! 

With  racking  fears  no  more  I'll  quake, 
Tho'  earth  with  Avild  convulsions  shake  ; 
"Destructive"  powers,  I  know",  combine 
To  serve  all  life  ;  to  ripen  mine. 


140  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

The  loads  of  sorrow  man  has  felt 
In  new  evolving  joys  will  melt — 
In  Nature's  word  each  glowing  line 
Declares  her  forces  serving  mine. 

Her  judgments  now  with  joy  I  hear 
They  banish  "demons,"  "goblins,"  fear; 
For  each  award  gives  perfect  sign 
Of  kindness  toward  this  life  of  mine. 

Her  great  design,  outworking  deeds 
Will  fill  all  aspiration-needs — 
Make  dross  to  serve,  and  then  refine. 
And  well  perfect  this  life  of  mine. 

Old  H  in  Res.  Ver. 


143     DELIGHT  IN  MORNING  GOSPEL. 

L.  M. 

Far  from  my  thoughts  old  creeds  be  gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ! 
As  I  our  Morning  gospel  see, 
I  need  no  visit  more  from  thee : 

My  heart  is  warmed  with  purer  fire ; 
Thy  torch  I  can  no  more  desire — 
The  light  is  streaming  from  above  ; 
It  fills  my  soul  with  joy  and  love. 

O  Nature  !  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are ! 
When  will  the  dreamers  wake  and  know 
The  fullness  of  their  perfect  flow? 

Old  H.  in  Res.  Ver. 


144      NATURE'S    LIFE   A    FOUNT   OF 
SWEETNESS.     L.  M. 

Sweet  is  the  joy  thy  power  doth  bring, 
O  Nature  !  we  thy  praises  sing  ! 


RESPONSES.  141 

We  see  thy  life  in  Morning  light, 
And  waken  from  the  shades  of  night. 

Thy  love  each  day  gives  sweetening  rest, 
Tho'  weighty  cares  may  seize  the  breast ; 
It  tunes  the  heart  in  joyous  sound 
To  all  the  harmonies  around. 

We  triumph  in  her  life  and  Lord  ! — 
Thy  works  express  thy  loving  word  ! — 
Thy  truth  and  grace  there  fully  shine, 
Eternal,  natural,  divine. 

We  freely  share  a  glorious  part — 
The  streams  o'erflow  each  open  heart, 
And  in  abounding  floods  are  shed 
Upon  the  light-encircled  head. 

At  last,  in  unobstructed  flow. 
E'en  as  above  'twill  serve  below  ; 
And  every  world  give  sweet  employ. 
And  prove  a  world  of  perfect  joy. 

Responsive  Version. 


145       I    FOUND    THE   TRUE,    ALMIGHTY 
FRIEND.     L.  M. 

0  happy  day,  when  Nature's  voice 

First  reached  my  ear  and  helped  my  choice, 
Where  I  could  really  rejoice 
In  a  divine,  Almighty  friend  ! 

In  darkening  mists'  distorted  light 

1  saw,  misshapen  to  my  sight, 

My  nature  "  fallen,"  God  a  blight, — 
Not  a  divine.  Almighty  friend. 

My  drooping  soul  then  cast  around 
Its  eyes,  in  agony  profound, 


142  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING.  i 

It  saw  all  Nature's  fruits  abound,  ! 

But  no  divine,  Almighty  friend.  j 

Friends  bade  me  gain  the  "  sovereign  grace  *'*  * 

Through  "  one  who  suffered  in  my  place."  j 

My  soul,  revolting,  sought  embrace  ^ 

From  a  divine.  Almighty  friend  :  ' 

I  could  not  real  justice  see  ; 

In  guiltless  sacrifice  for  me-; —  ' 
It  pierced  my  heart  ;  I  longed  to  flee 

To  a  divine,  Almighty  friend.  i 

Then  Nature's  voice  fell  on  my  ear :  i 

•'The  real  God,  you  seek,  is  here!"  \ 

The  breaking  fogs  began  to  clear  ; —  j 
I  found  the  true  Almighty  Friend. 

Response.  \ 


146      LINGERING   SUPERSTITION  -  FAN- 
CIES.    L.  M. 

While  morning  light  light  is  flowing   round, 
O  Nature  !  fancies  dark  are  found — 
Of  "  sin  "  and  a  "  corrupting  fall ;" 
And  many  souls  they  still  enthrall. 

To  feeble,  opening  infant-thought 
These  superstition-fears  are  taught. 
Till  chilled,  contracted,  is  the  heart, 
And  reason  dwarfed  in  every  part. 

Then  hungering  sense  of  spirit  need 
Is  left  on  husks  like  these  to  feed. 
With  sense  of  "guilt"  for  which  alone 
Enslaving  priestly-faiths  "  atone." 

Thus  morbid  fancies  break  their  peace ; 
Thy  light  alone  can  give  them  ease — 
Can  rescue  faith  from  what  devours, 
And  wake  and  free  the  manhood^powers. 


RESPONSES.  143 

Give  us,  who  see  the  light,  the  zeal 
To  work  for  human  nature's  weal — 
To  help  our  fellows  gain  the  hight 
Of  undistorted  Morning  light. 

Response. 


147  NATURE'S  LOVING  KINDNESS.  L.  M. 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  our  mother  Nature's  praise ! 
She  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee — 
Her  loving  kindness,  O  how  free ! 

She  saw  thee  lost  in  darkest  night. 
And  shed  upon  thee  Morning  light. 
It  rescued  from  thy  darkened  state ; 
Her  loving  kindness,  O  how  great  I 

When  countless  hosts  of  dogma-foes 
Thy  needed    freedom  did  oppose. 
She  armed  with  truth,  and  led  along; 
Her  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong ! 

When  Nature  seemed  a  dismal  cloud, 
Where  dangers,  gathering,  thundered  loud, 
She  gave  her  laws  into  thy  hand  ; 
Her  loving  kindness,  O  how  grand! 

Tho'  struggling  wants  did  often  start 
Tempestuous  passions  in  the  heart. 
She  forced  the  balance  when  forgot ; 
Her  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

When  life  appeared  a  gloomy  vale. 
Where  vital  powers  at  last  must  fail, 
She  showed  that,  through  the  waning  breath, 
Her  loving  kindness  rules  in  "death  ;" — 

That  in  a  world  of  perfect  light 
The  ripened  spirit  sees  aright ; 


144  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

And  sings,  with  widely-opened  eyes, 
Her  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

Old  H.  in  Res.   Ver. 


148     OUR  NATURE  NEEDS  NO  HIDING- 
PLACE.     L.  M. 

Hail,  Morning  light !     Thy  dawn  began 
To  rescue  dark,  benighted  man 
From  fears  that  sought  to  shun  thy  grace, 
In  dogmas*  dark,  soul-hiding  place. 

In  misty  creeds,  my  tortured  eye 
Beheld  our  God  uplifting,  high, 
A  vengeful  rod  to  smite  our  race ; 
And  then  I  sought  a  "  hiding  place." 

While  darkness  much  my  soul  did  blight, 

I  clung  to  it  and  feared  the  light ; 

I  madly  strove  in  its  embrace 

To  find  my  "needed"  ** hiding  place." 

I  trembled  when  the  dawning  day 
Shot  gleams  of  light  upon  my  way  : 
It  seemed  the  "flames  of  hell,"  in  chase, 
While  still  I  had  no  "  hiding  place." 

With  "vengeance"  rushing  on  my  view, 
Within  the  thickest  mists  I  flew ; 
But  soon  the  light  increased  apace. 
Till  this  I  found  no  "hiding  place." 

Then  Nature's  loving  voice  I  heard ; 
Truth's  angel  in  her  "flames"  apf)eared; 
He  freed  my  eyes  from  mists'  embrace; 
I  needed  then  no  "hiding  place." 

Now  all  my  fellows  I  would  tell. 
What  darkened  fancy  deems  a  "hell," 
Is  light  to  aid  a  darkened  race ; 
Our  nature  needs  no  "  hiding  place. 

Old  H.  in  Res.  Ver. 


RESPONSES.  145 


149     NOT  ASHAMED  OF  NATURE.    L.  M. 

O  Nature  !  shall  it  ever  be — 
INIan's  "  pious  "  pride  ashamed  of  thee, 
While  all,  thy  glory  so  displays 
That  grandest  angels  sing  thy  praise? 

Ashamed  of  Nature?  man  despise 
The  fount  of  all  his  life-supplies  I 
Oh,  shall  the  mists  forever  hide 
The  lovely  light  by  thee  supplied ! 

Ashamed  of  Nature,  as  "depraved," 
When  only  Nature's  grace  hath  saved 
Some  vision-power,  to  see  the  light 
While  dogma-vapors  vail  the  sight. 

Ashamed  of  Nature  !  just  as  soon 

Let  morning-dawn  disown  its  noon! — 

The  dawning  aspirations,  all. 

For  noon-day  light  on  Nature  call. 

Ashamed  of  Nature  !  niati  thus  chide 
The  forms  of  love  in  which  abide 
The  great  All-Father-Mother-Soul, 
Whose  love  and  wisdom  all  control ! 

Nay  !     Man,  awake  ?  and,  from  the  plain, 
Ascend  the  mounts,  where  you  may  gain 
The  light,  full,  vindistorted,  free, 
The  Nature  will  yoicr  glory  be. 

Old  H  in  Res.  Ver. 


150  JUST  AS  I  AM.  L.  M. 

Just  as  I  am,  I  need  no  plea, 
O  nature's  God  !  thy  work  in  me 
Is  life  divine  that  would  be  free ; — 
It  ably  strives  to  gain  the  room. 


146  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Just  as  I  am,  I  knoAv  that  not 
A  blunder  can  my  nature  blot — 
Thy  loving  law  shall  cleanse  each  spot 
When  it  succeeds  in  gaining  room. 

Just  as  I  am,  I  cannot  doubt. 
Thy  perfect  law,  within,  without. 
Will  ripened  manhood  bring  about, 
And  make  itself  abundant  room. 

Just  as  I  am,  thy  law  can  find 
How  to  enlighten  well  the  mind. 
Till  darkening  mists  no  more  can  blind, 
Its  working  power  will  gain  the  room. 

Just  as  I  am,  I  do  believe 
That  perfect  grace  I  do  receive, 
All  imperfections  to  relieve  ; 
My  nature  strives  to  make  it  room. 

Just  as  I  am,  I  feel  its  power 

At  work  within  me  every  hour. 

Faith  grounded  well  to  heaven  doth  tower; 

I  shall  not  fail  to  make  it  room. 

Response  to  Old  H. 


151     A  CALL  TO  GOD  AND  NATURE'S 
PRAISE.     L.  M.      Tune— Old  Hundred. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  life's  true  joyous  anthems  rise — 
Let  God  and  Nature's  praise  be  sung 
Through  every  land  by  every  tongue ! 

Abundant  are  their  blessings  poured  ; 
Abundant  care  their  laws  afford  ; 
And  all  supremely  will  adore 


When  wisdom  wakes  to  know  them  more.  \ 

Their  loving,  providential  care  l 

Spreads  teeming  bounties  evervwhere  ;  ■ 


RESPONSES.  147 

And  bids  them  serve  our  life's  demands, 
Responsive  to  our  active  hands. 

Let  all  that  live  in  concert  sing, 
And  labor-worship  incense  bring  ; 
With  heaven  and  all  the  worlds  proclaim 
The  co-eternal,  loving  name. 

O  sons  of  earth,  benighted  long. 
The  morn  is  dawning  !  join  the  song  ! 
Let  faith  its  working  triumphs  raise, 
And  fill  our  world  with  active  praise  ! 

Responsive  Version. 


152      RESPECT  FOR  EARTH  AND  BASIC  ' 
LOVES.     L.  M. 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  j 

A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee —  - 
Oh,  never  let  my  conscience  rove 

In  disrespect  of  any  love.  \ 

When  aspiration  spurns  the  earth 

In  misty  view  of  heavenly  birth,  ; 

Teach  me  I  need  the  things  beloAV,  \ 

That  I  in  them  my  God  may  know.  ; 

Teach  me  to  know  the  fleshly-sense  ^ 

Nurse  of  young  spirit-forms,  and  hence  \ 

That  to  obey  thy  voice  divine  \ 

No  other  joy  I  should  resign.  '' 

Thus  earth,  the  base  of  life,  well  known. 

My  soul  can  ne'er  its  joys  disown  ;  ■ 
But,  with  a  well-enlightened  mind, 

My  God  and  heaven  I  here  shall  find.  - 

Old  H.  in  Res.   Ver.  -^ 


148  SONGS    OF    THK    MORNING. 


153      FEAR  OF  DEATH.     L.  M. 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die? 

What  timorous  ones  we  mortals  are? 
Death  is  the  gate  to  higher  joys, 

And  yet  we  fear  to  enter  there  : 

The  creed-made  sting  and  dying  strife 

Start  our  affrighted  souls  away, 
And  we  shrink  back  to  earthly  life, 

And  cling  to  feeble,  outworn  clay. 

If  Nature's  truth  our  souls  could  meet. 

They  then  would  stretch  their  wings  in  haste, 

Fly  fearless  through  "death's  iron  gate," 
And  prove  it  golden  as  they  passed. 

Responsive  Version. 


154    NO  ROAD  LEADS  TO  DEATH.     L.  M. 

There  is  no  road  that  leads  to  death — 

No  dark  destruction  anywhere, 
True  wusdom  shows  us  Nature's  path 

Is  life  for  every  traveler. 

In  open  light  we  see  that  loss 

Can  ne'er  occur  in  Nature's  hand  ; — 
"  Death  "  is  but  form-repair  ;  the  dross. 
Refined,  rebuilds  at  God's  command. 

Ye  fearful  souls  that  shrink  and  faint, 

Your  God  hath  made  your  triumph  sure ! — 

The  "  demons  "  of  your  fear-complaint 
From  all  destruction  will  secure ! 

No  hope's  true  central  wish  is  vain — 
It  wins,  tho'  mists  may  hide  the  view  ; — 

Life's  yearning  will  its  goal  attain  ; 
'Tis  linked  with  God  !  'tis  ever  true  ! 

Response. 


RESPONSES.  149 

155      NATURE'S  HOUR  OF  PRAYER. 

L.  M.      Tufie — Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  of  Nature's  prayer — 
Of  earnest  work  beneath  her  care, 
Which,  making  all  my  wishes  known. 
Secures  her  work  to  aid  my  own ! 
When  waking  wants  would  cause  me  grief 
I  turn  to  thee  and  find  relief, 
And  free  myself  from  every  snare 
By  Nature's  earnest  labor-prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  of  labor-prayer, 

Thy  wings  doth  each  petition  bear 

To  Nature's  living,  loving  cavise. 

And  answers  gain  from  Nature's  laws. 

'Tis  thus  she  bids  me  seek  her  face, 

And  gain  her  providential  grace, 

And  rise  triumphant  o'er  each  care 

By  thy  great  power,  sweet  Nature's  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  of  labor-prayer. 
Thy  aid  supports  me  everywhere  ! — 
By  thee  I  scale  life's  mountain  hight, 
And  gain  a  view  in  clearer  light. 
And,  in  the  rays  there  shed  around, 
In  future  joys  gain  faith  profound. 
And  on  the  earth  a  heaven  prepare 
By  thy  kind  aid,  sweet  labor-prayer ! 

Response. 


156         THE  NEW  BIRTH.         C.  P.  M. 
Tune —  Willoughby,  or  Hedding. 

I  woke  to  morning's  gospel-sound 
While  superstition-meshes  bound 

My  aspirations'  floAV  ; 
I  scaled  the  mounts,  high  o'er  the  plain, 
Then  feeling  dragged  me  down  again 

Into  the  mists  below. 


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150  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

I  heard  the  dogma-thunders  roll, 

And  on  my  chilled  and  struggling  soul, 

A  dark  oppressive  load 
Of  mixed  emotions  void  of  cheer — 
Consistency  disowned  and  fear, 

Seemed  as  the  "wrath  of  God." 

Then  breaking  mists  revealed  full  well 
The  mountain-tops,  where  sunshine  fell, 

And,  rallying  my  powers. 
With  stumblings,  finally  did  gain 
The  hights  where  light  was  clear  and  plain, 

And  joyed  in  freedom's  hours. 

My  nature's  life,  new-born  that  day, 
Rejoices  in  the  genial  play 

Of  loves  in  harmony; 
And,  in  the  light's  unfailing  fount. 
Would  urge  my  fellows  all  to  mount. 

And  its  full  glory  see. 

Response. 


157    THE  PAST,  PRESENT,  AND  FUTURE. 
C.  P.  M.      Tune —  Willoughby,  or  Ganges. 

Tho'  on  a  little  point  of  land 

In  Nature's  boundless  field,  I  stand. 

Yet  I  am  sensible 
That  universal  loving  grace, 
Which  rules  the  mighty  realms  of  space. 

Doth  serve  our  earth  as  Avell. 

O  Nature's  life,  my  God  thou  art ! 
Thou  dost  within  this  atom-heart 

Eternal  laws  express  ! 
Dost  give  the  power  to  wield  their  weight. 
And  use  their  forces  to  create 

True  balance — righteousness  : 


RESPONSES.  151 

Did'st  teach  my  inmost  soul  to  pray 
To  Nature's  life  in  Nature's  way, 

And  when  the  answers  came, 
Tho'  still  in  superstition's  mist. 
With  powers  vmconscious  to  assist, 

Despite  its  sense  of  "blame." 

Be  it  my  leading  business  here 

To  make  thy  light,  O  Nature !  clear 

To  souls  in  fog  immured — 
To  show  that  the  "creative"  Avill 
A  loving  purpose  doth  fulfill — 

That  "ills"  will  all  be  cured  ; 

That  then  thy  light,  which  all  receive. 
Completed  heaven  to  earth  shall  give, 

Nor  aspirations  rove 
To  distant  worlds  to  find  delight, 
But  earth,  well  ripened,  in  our  sight. 

Shall  bloom  with  perfect  love. 

Response  to  Old  H. 


158    TIME'S  FLIGHT,  AND  ITS  LESSONS. 
C.  P.  M.      Tune — Willoughby,  or  Meribah. 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years 
Are  but  the  breaths  of  spirit-spheres. 

And  whisper  as  they  roll, 
"Time  for  thy  spirit  only  keeps 
The  form  till  ripened,  when  it  reaps 

And  garners  well  the  soul." 

In  open  light — no  fogs  between, 
The  grave  is  but  the  cradle  seen 

Of  Nature's  nursery  : 
Benighted  man,  thy  life  is  bliss ! — 
The  song  thy  mother  sings  is  this  : 
"No  thinsf  of  life  can  die." 


152  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Sleep  while  the  shades  around  yoii  fall, 
But  let  no  morbid  dreams  appall  ' 

And,  with  the  ending  night. 
When  with  her  voice  of  love,  so  true, 
She  calls,  awake  to  life  anew, 

Rejoicing  in  the  light. 

Response  to  Old  If. 


159       LIFE'S  GREAT  IMPORT.      C.  P.  M. 

T7/?ze —  Wiloughby,  or  Hedding. 

And  am  I  born  to  never  die ! — 

Is  "death"  but  shedding  husks,  to  fly. 

At  Nature's  kind  decree. 
And  bask  in  life's  completer  plains — 
In  joys  celestial,  free  from  pains — 

In  true  felicity  ! 

How  joyful,  then,  ought  I  to  live ! 

No  earthly  "woe"  should  make  me  grieve! 

Should  use  my  house  of  clay 
With  manly  zeal  and  faithful  care, 
To  make  its  life  the  soul  prepare — 

Well  ripen  — for  that  day. 

No  room  for  superstition-fear, 
While  in  the  light,  unfolding  here, 

Our  "ills"  so  soon  are  gone  : 
While  nature's  God  leads  on  before, 
Makes  "  woes  but  serve  to  ope  the  door 

For  life  to  take  its  throne. 

Let  manly  faith  my  thoughts  employ — 
Show  the  unfolding  laws  of  joy, 

Which  ne'er  shall  have  an  end  : 
Thus  here  begin  my  heavenly  place, 
And  introduce  the  brighter  days 

I  shall  with  angels  spend. 

Response  to  Old  Hymn. 


RESPONSES.  153 

160    WE  GIVE  THE  WINDS  OUR  FEARS.         ) 

S.  M.  ; 

We  give  the  winds  our  fears,  ', 

And  stand  no  more  dismayed  ;  , 

God's  law  within  our  life  appears,  i 

Well  ruling  heart  and  head.  ■ 

The  stormy  waves  may  roll,  ] 

And  sweep  across  our  way,  1 

It  gives  the  power  which  may  control 

Till  these  shall  serve  our  day.  ;; 

No  heaviness  of  heart  3 

Can  weigh  our  spirits  down  :  ' 
Life's  law  reacts  till  cares  impart                    i 

New  joys  our  lives  to  crown.  : 

i 

What  tho'  the  misty  creeds  "i 

Of  superstition's  night  ■ 

Still  linger  'round?  our  nature's  needs  • 

Are  warmed  by  morning  light !  ' 

We  joyously  obey  j 

The  natural-law  commands  ;  J 

The  power  which  these  for  us  may  sway 
Is  placed  within  our  hands. 

The  light  to  us  hath  brought, 

In  vision  bright  and  clear,  ; 

A  faith  above  the  childish  thought,  ^ 

We  give  the  winds  our  fear !  . 

Response.  I 


161  THE  ALL  IN  ALL.  S.  M. 

O  God  of  nature — Love, 

To  thee,  to  thee  we  call ; 
Each  soul  doth  in  thy  being  move, 

For  thou  art  All-in-All. 


154:  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Thy  conscious  grace  can  cheer 
In  dungeons  tho'  we  dwell ; 

'Tis  paradise  to  know  thee  here ; 
To  doubt  thy  presence,  hell. 

The  smilings  of  thy  face 
How  amiable  they  are  ! — 

'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 
And  no  where  else  but  there. 

With  angels,  Avorlds  unknown, 
To  thee  we  owe  our  bliss ; 

Thy  mighty  life  can  joy  enthrone 
While  tempests  'round  us  hiss. 

Thou  sea  unbounded — Love  } — 
Where  all  our  pleasures  roll  ; 

Thou  circle  where  the  passions  move, 
And  center  of  the  soul, 


To  thee  our  yearnings  fly  J 

With  infinite  desire  ;  ■ 

Tho'  in  the  darkening  mists  we  lie  ■\ 

Thy  light  shall  raise  vis  higher.  1 

O/i^  Hymn  in  Responding  Version.  ^ 


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162  FRIENDSHIP'S  TIE.  S.  M. 

Blest  tie  of  life,  that  binds — 

Thou  true  fraternal  love  ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  the  feast  above  : 

In  Nature's  loving  tone 

It  pours  united  prayers  ; — 
Life's  prompting  aims,  its  hopes  are  one ; 

They  lighten  all  our  cares. 

True  friendship  soothes  our  "woes;" 
It  comforts  everywhere 


RESPONSES.  155 

While  for  each  other's  sorrow  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

Tho'  when  true  friends  must  part 

It  gives  us  inward  pain, 
Yet  often,  in  each  yearning  heart, 

In  loves  we  meet  again. 

AVhen  from  the  borrowed  "  woe  " 

Of  dreaded  "  sin  "  we're  free 
Our  friendship  shall  unbroken  flow. 

And  all  its  blessings  see. 

Old  H.  in  Res.   Ver. 


163      THE  FOUNT  OF  GRACE.      S.  M. 

Behold  !  the  fount  of  grace 

To  every  soul  is  near — 
Kind  Nature,  with  her  smiling  face, 

To  answer  real  prayer. 

For  needs,  ask  when  thou  wilt ; 

Be  confident  and  bold  ; 
No  labor-prayer  is  wasted,  spilt ; — 

Supplies  she'll  not  withhold. 

Thus  Nature,  in  thy  faith. 

Our  wills  shall  blend  with  thine  ; 

And  we  shall  find  that  e'en  in  death 
Thy  bounteous  blessings  shine. 

Response. 


164     GRACE  FIRST  AND  LAST.     S.  M. 

Grace  !   'tis  a  charming  sound  ! — 

The  music  of  the  spheres  ; 
Heaven  sends  the  echo  all  around. 

And  earth,  responding,  cheers. 


156  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Grace  serves  in  Nature's  way, 
Perfecting  earth  and  man  ; 

And  all  the  steps  of  its  display- 
Reveal  the  perfect  plan. 

Grace  makes  the  wandering  feet, 

Evolving,  find  the  road 
Where  manhood's  conscious  sense  shall  meet 

Its  real,  loving  God. 

Grace  then  shall  fully  crown 

Its  work  of  youthful  days — 
Heaven's  dome  complete — its  topmost  stone 

Upon  our  earth  shall  raise. 

pondi7ig  Version. 


165        SEEKING  THE  SPIRIT  OF  TRUE  ^ 

PRAYER.     S.  M.  ' 

Thy  praying  spirit  breathe, 

O  Nature  !  power  impart 
From  creed-entanglements,  beneath, 

To  free  each  yearning  heart.  j 

i; 

Our  waking  faith  sustain  j 

Till  dawning  light,  possessed,  | 

Shall  clearly  show  thy  laws  will  gain  '\ 

For  all,  their  needed  rest :  ' 

That  from  their  work  shall  come  i 

The  power  to  fully  seize  j 

The  joys  of  earth  and  heavenly  home —  I 

Perfected  life  and  peace.                            -  • 

Then  never  shall  we  rove  i 

Through  blinding  mists  abroad  ; 

But,  freed  by  Nature's  light  and  love,  ; 

We'll  dwell  with  nature's  God.  ' 

Old  H.  in  Res.  Ver.  \ 


RESPONSES.  15T 


166  HEAVENLY  JOY  ON  EARTH.   S.  M. 

Who  know  our  nature's  Lord, 
Come,  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  song,  with  sweet  accord, 
To  see  your  liearts  his  throne. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  have  not  seen  our  God, 
But  ye  may  make  earth's  rallies  ring 

With  joys  proclaimed  abroad. 

The  earth  for  you  now  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets  ; 
It  opens  here  the  heavenly  fields, 

With  heavenly  blessings  greets. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ! — 
Our  earth  is  all  heaven's  joyous  ground, 

And  joins  the  heavens  on  high  ! 

Old  H.  in  Res.   Ver. 


167  COME  SING  OUR  EARTHLY  HEAVEN 

S.  M.      Tutie — No  Sorrow  There. 

Come,  sing  our  earthly  heaven — 
The  joys  that  here  are  nigh  ! — 

This  to  the  soul  when  cares  oppress 
Gives  conquering  energy. 

Chorus — Our  sorrows  light  appear, 
And  ever  end  in  cheer  ; 
To  manly  faith  with  open  eye 
Our  sorrows  light  appear. 

Inspired,  our  souls  will  see 

That  through  all  dreaded  "  woes  " — 


158  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNTNG. 

Through  pains  and  deaths  of  germic  forms 
Our  manhood  forms  arose. 

Cho. — Our  sorrows,  etc. 

Faith's  music  in  the  ears, 

In  songs  exulting  given, 
Makes  earth,  with  all  her  crowding  cares. 

The  vestibule  of  heaven. 

Cho. — Our  sorrows,  etc. 

Counterparting  Response. 


168     WE  ARE  NOT  BORN  TO  DIE.     S.  M. 

We  are  not  born  to  die  ! 

Nor  lay  our  bodies  down 
Until  our  spirits  need  to  fly 

And  make  the  heavens  their  own  : 
The  form  outworn  is  made 

A  clog  to  life  and  thought ; 
We  give  it  other  forms  to  aid, 

By  Nature  ne'er  forgot. 

Nor  far  from  earth  we  go  ;. 

But  still  most  dear  shall  be 
The  friends  beloved  ;  their  joy  and  woe 

We  share  in  sympathy. 
Great  Nature's  trumpet  sound 

Calls  all  of  life  to  rise 
To  higher  plains,  where,  newly  crowned, 

It  scans  the  larger  skies. 

In  open  light  a  doubt 

Can  never  pain  the  breast — 
The  welcome  friend  we  cast  not  out, 

For  by  it  all  are  blest : 
While  fear  from  us  is  driven, 

It  aids  our  Saviour  well — 
The  Wisdom — which  constructs  a  heaven. 

Transforming  every  hell. 


RESPONSES.  loO 

O  ye  who  dread  the  grave — 

Who  fear  the  soul  can  "die," 
Or  that  the  "  creeds  "  alone  can  save 

From  "  final  misery," 
When  wise,  your  souls  will  know 

Life's  angel  leads  us  here — 
That  death  conducts  from  transcient  woe 

To  Nature's  higher  sphere. 

Response  to  Old  H. 


169      BLOW  YE  THE  TRUMPET,  BLOW. 
H.  M.      Tune — Lenox. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow. 
With  loud  exulting  sound  ! — 

Let  all  the  nations  know 
To  earth's  remotest  bound 

The  dawn  of  jubilee  has  come  ; 

Return  !  ye  wanderers,  return  ! 

Ye  slaves  of  darkness-creeds 

And  superstition-fright, 
Now,  answering  your  needs, 

See  !   Nature  sends  her  light ! — 
The  dawn  of  jubilee  has  come  I 
Return  to  freedom's  light,  return  ! 

Ye  who  from  priestlings  think 

To  gain  a  heavenly  day. 
See  I  from  their  creeds  they  shrink,    ' 

Explaining  them  away  : 
The  dawn  of  jubilee  has  come  ! 
Return  to  Nature's  light,  return  ! 

The  living  gospel  hear. 

Proclaiming  Nature's  grace ! 
Before  you  see  appear 

You  Mother-Saviour's  face! 
The  dawn  of  jubilee  has  come ! 
Return  to  Nature  !  now,  return  ! 

"  H.  in  Res.   Vet: 


160  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

170         RISE,  MORNING  SUN. 

H.  M.      Tune — Lenox. 

Rise,  morning  sun  !  thy  rise 
Shall  banish  manhood's  night, 

Illume  and  warm  our  skies 
Till  free  from  chilling  blight! 

O  chase  these  dismal  mists  away, 

And  bring  the  bright  millennial  day  ! 

Long,  hiding  nature  true. 

Old  error-fogs  have  lain. 
These,  to  our  human  view, 

Distorted  all  the  plain. 
And  aspirations  led  astray 
Till  checked  by  passion's  impulse-play. 

Thy  fullest  rays  send  down 
Each  darkened  land  to  greet. 

Till  every  despot's  crown 
Is  'neath  its  victims'  feet : 

Till  kings  and  priests,  beneath  thy  sway, 

Shall  nature's  law  and  God  obey. 

Then  on  our  earth,  complete. 

Heaven's  kingdom  shall  appear  ; 

Then  each  shall  fellows  greet 
With  true  fraternal  cheer, 

And  fully  Nature's  grace  display, 

And  worship  God  in  Nature's  way. 

Response, 


171         ARISE,  MY  SOUL,  ARISE. 
H.  M.      Time — Lenox. 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 

From  superstition-fear ! — 
Thy  true,  divine  supplies 

In  Nature's  life  appear; 


RESPONSES.  161  i 

Upon  her  laws  thy  surety  stands, 

And  these  are  placed  within  thy  hands.  ; 

They  ever  work  in  love  j 

For  human  nature's  need —  ^ 

In  earth  and  heaven  above,  j 

All  men  and  angels  feed  :  \ 

They  serve  abundantly  our  race,  \ 

And  all  that  lives,  within  their  place. 

Then  let  our  nature's  prayers 

In  Nature's  channels  flow,  ' 

And  bear  away  all  cares,  ' 

And  folly-dreams  of  "woe;"  i 

And  know  that  "sins" — mistakes,  supply  ; 

Life-light  to  save,  that  none  may  die. 

Thy  God  within  thee  reigns ;  . 

Thou  art  his  cherished  child  :  -. 

His  loving  care  retains  • 

Control  of  passions  wild; —  i 

Behold,  with  an  unclouded  eye. 
Thy  nature's  God  gives  full  supply  ! 

OM  Hym7i  in  Responding  Version. 


172       THE  ALL-PERFECTING  NAME. 

H.  M.      Tune — Lenox. 

O  that  all  earth  could  see. 

And,  with  the  angels  joined, 
From  superstition  free, 

The  real  Saviour  find  ! — 
Could  break  from  creeds  which  hide  her  face, 
And  rest  in  Mother  Nature's  grace  ! 

O  Mother!  thovi  art  found 

The  joy  of  highest  heaven  ! 
In  thee  doth  love  abound. 

Which  to  each  soul  is  given  ; 


163  SONGS    OK    THE    MORNING. 

Who  know  thy  love  salvation  have! 
To  understand  is  to  believe  ! 

Thy  all-perfecting  name 

Charms  all  the  hosts  above  ; 

They  see  thy  gracious  aim 
Successful  ever  prove  ; 

Tho'  transient  pains  must  teach  the  road, 

Through  hells,  unto  the  heaven  abode. 

Thy  name  the  darkened  hears, 

Half  tuned  to  harmony, 
While  ringing  in  his  ears 

Is  discord's  "litany." 
E'en  then  in  higher  powers'  employ 
He  finds  uncomprehenSed  joy. 

Response. 


173  NATURE'S  ABUNDANT  GRACE.  P.M. 

O  Nature  !  thy  grace,  fram  the  infinite  fountain. 
Flows  over  our  race,  overflows  every  mountain  ; 
Each  earthy  obstruction,  the  seeming  pollution. 
It  washes  away  in  desolving  dilution. 
Hallelujah  !  the  stream  is  abundant  forever! 
Heaven's  rays  in  it  beam,  and  it  serves  each  endeavor. 

Ler  praise  to  its  power  most  freely  be  given  ; 
For  praise  to  its  power  is  the  anthem  of  heaven  : 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
Till  each  human  soul  shall  exult  in  its  glory. 
Hallelujah  '  the  stream  is  abundant  forever  ! 
Heaven's  rays  in  it  beam,  and  it  serves  each  endeavor 

O  life-stream  flow  on  !  thy  working  is  glorious' 
Whate'er  acting  on  thou  art  ever  victorious! 
At  last  thy  full  flow,  to  each  clime,  land  and  nation, 
Shall  fully  bestow  perfect  manliood-salvation  : 
Hallelujah!  the  stream  is  abundant  forever! 
Heaven's  rays  in  it  beam,  and  it  serves  each  endeavoi. 


RESPONSES.  163 

When  in  manhood  we  stand — all  our  race  on  that 

shore, 
We'll  strike  vigorous  hands  in  its  serf  evermore, 
Then  range  the  bright  fields  on  the  banks  of  the 

river, 
And  sing  hallelujah  forever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah  !  the  stream  is  abundant  forever  ! 
Heaven's  rays  in  it  beam,  and  it  serves  each  endeavor. 

Old  H  in  Res.  Ver. 


174         LIFE  TRIUMPHANT  P.  M. 

Let  your  glad  voices  ascend  to  the  sky ! 
For  Nature  is  life,  and  her  sons  ne'er  can  die  ! 
Dark  are  the  fancies  and  fears  that  have  bound  us, 
And  lurid  the  hues  they  have  cast  on  the  grave  ; 
But  darkness  now  scatters,  the  light  breaks  around 

us, 
And  shows  Nature's  power  fully  able  to  save : 
Lift  all  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high  ! 
Sing  "  Nature  is  life,  and  her  sons  shall  not  die.' 

Nature  and  God  join  our  anthems  of  joy  ; 
Their  life  is  our  own,  and  death  does  not  destroy  : 
Sad  seems  the  hour  wlijen  we,  parting  in  sorrow, 
Leave  crumbling,  dissolving,  the  form  of  a  friend, 
But  Day- Beams,  before  us,  reveal  a  to-morrow. 
When  every  fond  life  shall,  unfolding,  ascend. 
Lift,  then,  your  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Nature  prevails  and  no  life  e'er  can  die. 

Well  may  we  join  with  the  angels  to-day, 
Since  light,  dawning  on  us,  has  opened  the  way. 
Light,  as  it  chases  the  gloom  from  before  us, 
Reveals  them    our  kindred — the  friends  we  have 

mourned. 
On  love-wings  celestial  now  hovering  o'er  us ; 
In  ripe  love  and  wisdom  completely  adorned. 
Join,  then,  the  concert  of  triumph  on  high  ! 
For  theirs  is  our  triumph  !  we  never  shall  die  ! 

Responding  Version. 


164  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

175      THE  SOUL'S  JOY  IMMORTAL 

L.  P.  M.      Tune — Greetijield. 

I'll  joy  in  Nature  while  I've  breath; 
Assured  her  power,  supreme  in  "death," 

Immortal  makes  my  living  powers  : 
My  days  of  joy  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
But,  rising  through  all  storms  at  last, 

My  soul  with  nature's  God  endures. 

How  blest  the  man  whose  open  eye 
Beholds  his  God,  in  earth  and  sky. 

Dispensing  kindness  e'en  in  pain  ; 
He  works  in  manly  faith,  secure. 
He  rights  the  wrongs  which  make  us  poor, 

And  triumphs  o'er  the  oppressors'  train. 

Her  light  pours  eyesight  on  the  blind — 
The  creed-bedarkened,  drooping  mind, 

And  gives  his  morbid  conscience  peace : 
It  brings  full  rescue  from  distress 
To  all  whom  darkened  powers  oppress. 

And  gives  the  prisoners  sweet  release. 

I'll  joyous  work  with  earthly  breath. 
Nor  cease  when  that  is  lost  in  "death," 

But  then  my  freer,  nobler  powers, 
With  all  obstructions  from  them  cast, 
Shall  freely  work  in  fields  more  vast 

While  nature's  life,  our  God,  endures. 

Responding  Version. 


176     I  WOULD  NOT  LIVE  ALWAY.     11. 

I  would  not  live  alway  ;   I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  mists  of  old  errors  can  darken  our  way  ; 
The  gleams  of  true  soul-light  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Invite  us  all  onward  to  life's  higher  sphere. 


RESPONSES.  165 

I  would  not  live  ahvay,  'mid  frettings  of  "sin  " — 
Where   conscience    must    war   Avith    the    soul-life 

within  ; 
Where  the  vague  sense  of  "pardon  "  scarce  quiets 

our  fears, 
And    leaves    our    thanksgivings    embittered    with 

tears. 

I  would  not  live  alway,  no  welcome  the  tomb  : 
My  flesh  worn,  and    weary,    shall   find    there    no 

gloom  ; 
Each  atom,  at  Nature's  new  call,  shall  arise, 
To  build  up  new  forms  for  the  earth  and  the  skies 

Ah,  who  would  live  alway,  when  Nature  and  God 
Thus  beckon  the  soul  to  its  blissful  abode. 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  love  in  its  joyous  maturity  reigns : 

Where  brethren,  creed-parted,  at  last  all  shall  meet, 
Transported  with  joy  all  their  kindred  to  greet, 
And  the  anthems  of  rapture  exultingly  roll, 
While  hope's  full  fruition  encircles  the  soul. 

Responding  Version. 


177        NATURE'S  ASSURANCE.        11. 

I  once  was  a  stranger  to  morn's  dawning  rays; 
A  feeling  of  danger  held  downward  my  gaze ; 
Friends  bade  me  look  up  to  the  heavens  and  see. 
The  heavens  seemed  frowning  with  darkness  on  me. 

I  saw,  deeply  grieving,  "  God'.s  grace  could  supply 
But  favorites,  leaving  all  others  to  die." 
His  law  "  tortured  those  it  neglected  to  free  ;" 
And,  "cursing  my  fellows,  was  threatening  me." 

Vague  terror  was  spreading  a  pall   o'er  my  hours, 
Whose   darkness   was    shedding  a   blight   on   my 
powers ; 


166  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNINUJ. 

I  wished  from  my  conscious  existence  to  flee, 
But  thinning  mists  broke  and  the  light  fell  on  me. 

A  mountain  all  glowing  with  clear  open  light, 
Before  me  was  throwing  its  rays  on  my  sight ; 
I  scaled  it ;  each  leaf  of  each  beckoning  tree 
Revealed  nature's  God  kindly  smiling  on  me. 

In  life's  highland  regions,  I  saw  that  divine 
Is  life  ;  all  its  legions  ;  this  portion  of  mine  : 
That  "death"  is  ascending  of  spirits  set  free; 
And  this  at  the  last  my  own  "death-song"  shall  be. 

Response. 


178     HOW  SHALL  WE  ENLIGHTEN  THE 
DARKENED.     11. 

O  what  shall  we  do  that  may  carry  the  grace 
Of  morn's  dawning  rays  to  our  long-darkened  race. 
Till  each  fellow-soul  it  completely  redeems 
From  all  superstition  which  hides  the  day-beams. 

How  joyous  the  soul  whom  the  light  has  set  free  ! 
He  sees,  loving  Nature !  his  union  with  thee  ; 
He  walks  in  the  glow  of  his  God's  loving  face  ; 
And  finds  his  his  own  nature  a  fountain  of  grace. 

Heaven's  laws  he  can  boast,  for  their  glory  and 

power 
Impel  his  life-forces  ;    control  every  hour  ; 
In  soul-elevation  he  raises  his  head. 
And  greets  the  salvation  from  darkness  and  dread. 

Man's  wisdom  is  lord  of  whate'er  gives  offense  ; 
The   breath  of  its   word  casts    obstructions  from 

hence : 
It  proves  a  true  saviour,  Avell  able  to  do 
Each  soul  the  great  favor  of  making  anew  : 

Evolving,  we  see  that  it  mounts  to  its  throne  ; 
And    manhood    made  free    and    its  powers  being 
known, 


RESPONSES.  167 

All  shadows  of  sadness  its  joy  soon  relieves ; 
Imparting  a  gladness  that  sorrow  retrieves. 

Responding  Version. 


179    CALL  ALL  TO  SEE  THE  LIGHT.    11. 

Ye  children  of  light,  now  the  morning  proclaim  ; 
Call  all  to  the  sight,  till  they  joy  in  its  name  ; 
With  opening  eyes,  as  the  mists  from  them  roll. 
The  morn  they  will  prize,  and  its  glories  extol. 

Wide-spread  o'er  the  sky,  see  its  glories  now  wave  ! 
The  breaking  mists  fly,  and  in  sunlight  we  lave  ; 
Awaking  "creation,"  beginning  to  sing, 
Joys  in  the  salvation  the  morning  doth  bring. 

Man  sees  that  his  God  ever  honors  each  son  ; 
That,  kin  to  the  clod,  he  is  sharing  the  "  throne  ;" 
And,  while  well  unfolding  his  angelhood  germ. 
Is  proudly  beholding,  he  links  with  the  worm. 

In  our  opening  day  we  can  worship  aright 
The  wisdom-display  of  the  infinite  might ; 
Can  see  that  its  blessings  all-conquering  prove. 
And  know  that  unceasing  is  infinite  love. 

Old  H.  in  Res.  Ver. 


180        THE  GOD  WE  WORSHIP.        11. 

Our  God  is  no  "  king,"  but  all-glorious  Love  ; 
We  worship  his  life-work  below  and  above  ; — 
In  labor-devotion  we  joyfully  praise 
The  soul  of  all  being,  the  light  of  our  days. 

Resistless  the  might  of  the  indwelling  grace 
Supplied  by   that  fount  to  the  infinite  space ; — 
A  jet  of  that  fountain  is  every  form. 
Where  grace,  well  evolving,  outrides  every  storm 


168  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

In  law's  perfect  care,  ever  seeking  the  light, 
Unfolding,  each  nature  maintains  its  own  right : 
Our  follies  all  teach,  and  our  blunders  make  plain 
Our  pathway  through  hells,  till   our  heaven  we 
obtain. 

Response. 


181        BEGONE,  UNBELIEF. 

11.      Tune — Christ  in  the  Vessel. 

Begone,  unbelief  !  for  the  morning  is  here — 
Great  Nature's  relief  from  the  bondage  of  fear ; — 
Old  dogmas  may  wrestle,  but  light  will  inform  ; 
Our  tempest-tost  vessel  will  master  the  storm. 

Tho'  clouds  vail  the  day,  yet   her  wisdom   shall 

guide ; 
Our  natures  obey  all  the  laws  that  provide  ; — 
Tho'  hopes  may  seem  broken  and  fancies  all  fail, 
Great  Nature  hath  spoken,  her  word  will  prevail. 

The  creed-power  is  past  e'er  forbidding  to  think  ; 
Mists  breaking  at  last,  trouble  never  can  sink  ; 
The  soul's  "Ebenezer"  will  doctrines  review. 
Learn   Nature's  good   pleasure   and    help    us   all 
through. 

True  faith,  thus,  wull  save,  for  its  light  on  our  path 
Will  free  every  slave  to  old  fancies  of  *'  wrath  ;" — 
At  last  'twill  have  taught  us  ;  and  faith  in  the  name 
Of  Nature,  who  wrought  us,  will  lift  us  from  shame. 

No  more  we  complain  of  the  childish  distress — 
"  Temptations  "  and  pain,  from  "  the  creeds  "  grow- 
ing less ; 
The  7-eal  salvation,  through  Nature's  true  word, 
Sweeps  off  tribulation,  revealing  her  Lord. 

Now  all  that  we  meet  we  find  works  for  our  good, 
The  bitter  makes  sweet  and  well  fitted  for  food  ; 


RESPONSES.  169 

Birth,  painful  at  present,  will  triumph  erelong  ; 
And  then,  O  how  pleasant  faith's  conquering  song. 

Responding  Version. 


182         FAITH'S  FOUNDATION.         11. 

How  firm  a  foundation  doth  Nature  afford 

For  faith  ;  in  her  laws,  in  her  workings,  her  word  ; 

What    more   could  her  love  unto    us  have    made 

known 
Than  that  in  each  soul  she  hath  centered  her  throne  ? 

In  every  condition  and  stage  of  our  life  ; 

In  infancy's  heedless  and  impulsive  strife  ; 

In    youth's   blundering    reasoning    and    passion's 

control, 
Her   power    on   toward  ripeness   still  carries  the 

soul. 

Fear  not  when  "  temptations  "  shall  o'er  thee  pre- 
vail ! 
For  lessons  of  wisdom  thy  follies  unvail  ; 
And  the  seeming  "  demon  "  that  "  leads  thee  astray," 
Is  heaven's  kind  angel  revealing  thy  way. 

When  vainly  resisting,  compelled,  thou  shalt  go 
Into  seeming  gulfs  of  "  sin,"  darkness,  and  "  woe," 
The  "  waters  so  dreadful  and  deep,"  thou  wilt  prove 
Mere  fogs,  which  distorted  perception  and  love. 

E'en  then,  toward  the  light  of  thy  nature's  true  dav 

Thy  passion-vitality  forces  the  Avay. 

And    life's   cleansing    stream    every   blight    shall 

efface. 
And  nourish  the  soul  with  developing-grace. 

And  thy  fiery  trials  shall  only  refine 

The  gold  of  thy  nature — the  virtue  divine  ; 

Tho'   painful   the  while  are   the   flames'  Avasting- 

power, 
They  only  the  drosses  of  manhood  devour. 


170  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

And  when,  in  old  age,  nature's  workings  shall 
prove 

Its  ripened  maturity's  fullness  of  love, 

Then  life's  flowing  stream  will  be  checked  never- 
more 

By  pebble-obstructions  that  lie  on  the  shore. 

The  soul  that  on  Nature  has  learned  to  repose 
Will  not  find  her  forces  to  him  proving  foes  ; 
That  soul  ne'er  for  dogmas  its  faith  can  forsake  ; 
Its  perfect  foundation  they  never  can  shake. 

Responditig  Version. 


183     TRUE   FAITH    SERENE   AMID    CON- 
FUSIONS.    11. 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  folly's  complaints, 
The  soul  knowing  Nature  ne'er  trembles  nor  faints  ; 
He  finds  at  her  banquet  of  love  there  is  room ; 
He  knows  that  with  her  he  is  ever  at  home. 

When  passion's  wild  billows  around  him  doth  rage, 
And  loves  turned  to  hatreds,  in  warfare  engage. 
He  knows  these,  exhausted  by  folly's  wild  roam, 
Reacting,  will  seek  for  their  nature's  true  home. 

His  soul,  no  more  chilled  with  dark   fancies,   of 

"sin" 
Knows  heaven  through  these  blunders  at  length 

he  shall  win  ; 
And  that  to  his  aid  all  his  fellows  will  come. 
While  here  he  is  building  a  heavenly  home. 

His  faith  on  her  laws,   now,  well   grounded   and 

sure, 
He  works,  through  her  aid,  every  joy  to  secure  ; 
And  tho'  sorrow-waves  may  dash  o'er  him   their 

foam. 
He  still  gains  a  foretaste  of  heaven — his  home. 

Responding  Version. 


RESPONSES.  ITl 


184      COMFORT  DIVINE.     10,  11. 

0  comfort  divine,  to  know  I  am  thine, 

Kind  Nature,  to  see  thine  own  life  serving  mine! 

1  jov  in  thy  name,  thy  grace  freely  claim, 
And  find  its  abundance  is  ever  the  same. 

True  pleasures  abound  ;  in  rapture  profound 
I  see  their  profusion  as  light  opens  round. 
In  morning's  full  glow  Ave  fully  shall  know 
That  heaven  is  with  us,  unfolding  below. 

O  joyous  foretaste  of  the  heavenly  feast  ! 

Faith  yearns  for  its  fullness,  and  toward   it  would 

haste  : 
Its  flavor  1  prove,  and  thus  onward  I  move 
To  the  soul-filling  banquet  of  heavenly  love. 

Response. 


185      "CREEDS"  NO  MORE  NEEDED. 

10,  11. 

O  preach  me  no  more  the  dark  "creeds"  of  yore  ; 
The  time  for  such  fancies  with  me  now  is  o'er; 
The  light  flowing  round  illumines  the  ground, 
And  truth  undistorted  I  freely  have  found. 

The  souls  that  receive  find  light  will  relieve 
From   fears  in  which  all  darkened  natures   must 

live. 
My  soul,  cast  away  whate'er  would  delay. 
Rise !  scale  now  the  mountains  and  meet  the  glad 

day ! 

No  dark  one  can  know  what  light  can  bestow — 
What   joy,  strength,  and  comfort  within  it    doth 

flow ; — 
Here  fully  I  prove  the  heaven  above 
United  to  earth  in  the  fullness  of  love  : 


172  SONGS    OK    THK    MORNIXG. 

Love's    labor  doth  win  old  "death,"  "hell,"   and 

"  sin  ;" 
Transforming-,  they  help  build  a  heaven  within  : 
With  rapture  I  cry  :   I  rise  !  never  die  ! 
I  live  in  the  infinite  love,  ever  nigh  ! 

In  daybeams  I  find  that  ever  are  joined 

Our  God  and  his  children,  no  soul  left  behind  : 

To  all  of  our  race  flows  freeh'  his  grace, 

And  all  in  great  Nature  may  see  our  Lord's  face. 

His  laws'  perfect  care  all  kindred  do  share  ; 
Their  blessings  find  those  who  to  ask  never  dare. 
See  !  each  open  eye,  see  clustering  nigh 
His  graces  divine  in  a  fullness-supply. 

Responding  Version. 


186      FAREWELL  TO  A    FRIEND    DE- 
PARTED. 

Time —  Scotia  nd. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  do  not  deplore 

thee  ; 
No  sorrows  nor  darkness  encompass  the  tomb  ; 
Kind  Nature  hath  shed  through  its  portals,  before 

thee, 
The  light  of  her  truth,  which  dispels  all  the  gloom. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  we  no  longer  behold 
thee. 

Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world  by  thy 
side, 

But  the  bright  fields  of  angel  life,  spreading,  in- 
fold thee, 

And  Ave  shall  soon  pass  through  the  door  opening 
wide. 

Thou  art  not  in  the  grave,  and  its  mansion  for- 
saking. 


RESPONSES.  173 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long, 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on  thy 

waking, 
And   the  sound  thou  didst  hear  was   a  welcoming 

song. 

Thou  art  risen  from  the  grave,  and  the  light  flow- 
ing o'er  thee, 

Earth's    fogs   all    dispersing,    will    prove    a    sure 
guide, 

And   from   earthly  blunders  and    sorrows  restore 
thee, — 

Old   "  death  "  hath  no   sting  1     for  nought   living 
e'er  died ! 

Responditjg  Version. 


187     WELCOME  TO  A  NEW-BORN  CHILD. 
Tu  tie —  Scotia  fid. 

Thou   art   born  to   our  life,  and,  while  fond  ones 

caress  thee. 
Earth's  shadowing  sorrov^-s  disturb  thy  repose  ; 
Yet,  in  first  endeavors  'gainst  "ills"  that   distress 

thee. 
Young  faith  labors  ably  for  room   mid  its  woes. 

Thou  art  born  to  our  life,  earnest   strife   is  before 

thee — 
Great  toil  if  thine  efforts  secure  thee  a  field 
Where,  free  from  the  blight  superstition  sheds  o'er 

thee, 
A  full  human  ripeness  thy  earth-life  may  yield. 

Thou  art  born  to  our  life  ;  in  the  terrible  raking 

Of  passion's  wild  conflicts,  perchance  thou  may'st 
long 

Find  faith's  weakened  eye  its  great  pole-star  mis- 
taking. 

Till  life's  truest  conquests  seem  triumphs  of 
''  wronsr." 


174  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Yet  this  is  no  life  of  mere  purposeless  sorrow — 
The  tempests  develop  the  powers  they  employ  : 
The  storm-day  will  pass,  and  a  glorious  morrow 
Shall  ripen,  and  give  perfect  fullness  of  joy. 

Counterpart  of  "  Farewell  to  a  Friend  Departed" 


18<i  AWAKE  FROM  ALL  DREAMING  AND 

FEAR.     8.      Tune— Contrast. 

A. wake  from  all  dreaming  and  fear, 

The  light  of  the  morning  has  come, 
A.nd  brightly  around  us  appear 

Truth's  angels,  encircling  our  home. 
We  see,  now,  the  vapors  remove, 

And  this  our  terrestrial  abode, 
Responding  to  light  from  above, 

Revealing  the  life  of  its  God. 

Our  stumblings  will  soon  have  an  end. 

For  morning  full  light  will  afford — 
The  fogs,  as  they  break  and  ascend. 

Will  glow  with  the  light  of  our  Lord. 
From  all  deadening  vapors  then  clean, 

Disease  will  not  lurk  in  the  air; 
A.nd  fancies  of  "evil"  and  "sin" 

The  power  of  the  truth  will  repair. 

Our  eyes,  as  they  open,  behold 

Already  the  morning  is  here  ; — 
That  decking  in  silver  and  gold 

The  rising  cloud-vapors  appear: 
Mid  old  superstitions,  the  grace 

Of  social-life  conqueror  stands, 
And  forces  their  builders  to  praise 

Its  power,  and  obey  its  commands. 

The  early  creed-fancies'  display 

No  more  give  our  senses  a  light ; — 


RESPONSES.  175 

We  need  not  the  torches — 'tis  day  ! — 

They  pale  and  so'on  fade  from  our  sight. 

The  fogs  all  dispersing,  the  skies 
Will  in  the  full  sunlight  appear; 

Ye  dreamers,  of  darkness,  arise ! 
Awake  I  for  the  morning  is  here! 

Response. 


189       THE     JOYOUS     HOURS     IN     OPEN 

LIGHT.     8.      Time — Contrast. 

How  joyous,  enlivening,  the  hours 

When  Morning's  clear  light  I  can  see — 
Adversity-gloom,  which  "devours," 

Has  ceased  to  be  gloomy  to  me ! — 
The  storms  of  mid-winter  in  vain 

Would  hinder  the  brilliant  display; 
The  tempests  but  add  to  the  train 

Of  beauties  that  beam  on  my  way ; 

The  pestilent  stench  yields  perfume, 

And  soul-music  huskiest  voice, 
And  all  jarring  discords  attune 

To  harmony  while  I  rejoice  ; 
All  trouble  inspires,  and  each  sigh 

Is  zephyr  with  health  on  its  wings, 
While,  like  summer  clouds  flitting  by, 

All  sorrow  new  brightness  soon  brings. 

Content  darkest  "woes"  to  embrace, 

And  see  them  to  pleasures  refined — 
To  know  that  what  seems  to  efface 

But  gives  larger  light  to  my  mind, 
I  would  in  thy  rays  ever  move, 

With  trouble  expanding  to  cheer ; 
And  heed  not  the  wealth-toys  which  prove 

To  soul-darkened  natures  so  dear. 

Yes,  Nature,  indeed  I  am  thine ! 
Thy  love  is  the  theme  of  my  song! 


176  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING.  | 


I  never  can  languish  nor  pine ; 

Thy  tempests  and  storms  are  not  long: 
When  clouds  of  dark  creeds  vail  the  sky, 

And  whirlwinds  of  prejudice  roar, 
I  know  they  pass  rapidly  by, 

And  nature's  true  balance  restore. 

Respanse, 


190    SALVATION,  AND  WORKING  WITH        . 

JESUS.     8.     G  1.  \ 

I 

What  mean  these  strange,  excited  throngs,  \ 

And  sudden  fervor  of  their  songs,  .! 

I  asked,  do  they  behold  the  day,  \ 

And  for  its  labors  thus  array  ?  " 

"We  seek  salvation,"  they  reply, 

"The  love  of  Jesus  ere  we  die." 

Is  this  the  Jesus,  I  inquired,  '- 

Of  Nazareth,  the  soul-inspired,  -i 
Who  for  the  weak  in  sadness  wrought 

Till  tyrants  on  him  vengance  brought?  J 
"The  same,"  the  surging  crowds  reply, 

"  We  seek  his  favor  ere  we  die."  :: 

Then  ye  are  those  I  long  have  sought,  j 

I  said,  for,  lo  !  in  pain  I've  Avrought 

Some  aid  to  gain  to  rescue  those  ■ 

Whom  greedy  tyrants  plunge  in  woes !  : 

"We  seek  for  heaven"  the  crowds  reply,  \ 

^''  His  saving  grace  before  we  die."  ' 

We'll  join,  I  said,  and  crush  the  power  >• 
Of  those  who  would  "his  lambs"  devour — 
We'll  superstition's  gloom  displace. 

And  shed  heaven's  light  upon  our  race.  ] 

With  pious  wrath  they  all  reply,  i 

^^  Shall  we  forget  our  God  and  die  r  ^ 

I  said  we  best  shall  God  obey 

As  Jesus  wrought  and  led  the  way —  " 


RESPONSES.  177 

In  saving  man  from  present  woes; 

That  man's  oppressors  were  his  foes. 
"  Ye  Infidel /"  the  crowds  reply, 
'■^  Put  man  before  our  God,  and  die  !  " 

Disheartened  now,  I  turned  away; 
And  then  I  saw  a  few  array, 
With  Jesus,  in  the  armor,  bright, 
Of  love  fraternal,  for  the  right ; 
And  faith  and  hope  to  doubts  reply : 
"  We'll  save  our  race  !     It  shall  not  die  ! " 

Response  to  a  "  Revival  Hymn." 


191       TYRANNY    IS    FALLING. 

Tune — Old  Hymn — '■'■Babylon  is  Fallen." 

Hail  the  day  so  long  expected — 

Dawning  day  of  full  release — 
When,  from  lawless  "  laws  "  protected. 

Human  nature  gains  its  peace  ! — 
Sounding  through  all  lands  and  nations, 

Freedom's  judgment-trumpets  roar: 
Tyranny  is  falling  I   falling  !  falling  ! 

Tyanny  is  falling  to  rise  no  more  ! 

Hail,  ye  long-desponding  toilers. 

Now  uprising,  in  your  might. 
To  o'erthrow  the  world's  despoilers 

And  enthrone  eternal  right ! — 
Ye  shall  gain  your  own  true  stations, 

Conquering  all  that  stands  before: 
Tyranny  is  falling  !  falling!  falling! 

Tyranny  is  falling  to  rise  no  more! 

Hail,  ye  dauntless  champions,  facing 
Scorn,  and  all  reproach,  to  free 

From  a  slavery  "disgracing" 
For  a  true  humanity  ! — 

Persecution  skulks  behind  you  ; 
Honors  beckon  just  before  : 


178  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Tyranny  is  falling  !  falling!  falling! 
Tyranny  is  falling  to  rise  no  more  ! 

Pharisaic  "moral-magnates" 

Smite  each  other's  cherished  fame ; 

All  their  vaunted  "virtue"  stagnates, 
And  their  "honors"  turn  to  shame  : 

Shrinking  from  the  light  increasing, 
"Saintly  robes"  protect  no  more: 

Tyranny  is  falling  !  falling  !  falling  ! 
Tyranny  is  falling  to  rise  no  more  ! 

Freedom's  friends  their  feelings  hiding, 

Seeking  popular  renown, 
Find  pretense,  their  champions  chiding. 

But  secures  the  public  frown — 
Zeal  in  slurring  freedom's  leaders 

Favor  lost  doth  not  restore  : 
Tyranny  is  falling  !  falling  !  falling  ! 

Tyranny  is  falling  to  rise  no  more  ! 

Despots  ask,  in  haughty  madness, 
"What  is  this  that  comes  to  pass?" 
Then,  in  deepening  tones  of  sadnes, 

Murmer,  "  Oh  !  alas  !  alas  !  " 
Hear  them  cry,  in  deep  vexation, 
"  All  our  days  of  power  are  o'er — 
Tyranny  is  falling  !  falling  !  falling  ! 
Tyranny  is  falling  to  rise  no  more  !  " 

See  !  the  rays  of  truth  are  fiering 

Wrongs  usurping  virtue's  name  ; 
Let  the  people,  never  tiring, 

Clap  their  hands  and  blow  the  flame  ! — 
Now  begins  a  new  creation — 

The  old  systems's  day  is  o'er — 
Tyranny  is  falling  !  falling  !  falling  ! 

Tyranny  is  falling  to  rise  no  more  ! 

Responding  Version. 


RESPONSES.                                              179  i 

192  THE  GLORY  OF  NATURE  AND  OF  ' 

MAN.  8.  7.  l 

Now,  through  every  land  and  nation,  J 

Comes  the  glimmering  dawning  rays  \ 

Of  the  day  of  new  "creation  ;"  i 

Manhood's  day  of  labor-praise.  ] 

While  the  dawning  deepens,  nature            •  j 

Opens  to  the  wondering  thought, 

As  divine  unfolding-power  i 

Into  forms  of  beauty  wrought.  '; 

Thus  the  providence,  that  governs  i 

Through  the  infinite  domain,  •< 

Dwells  in  angels,  in  the  sparrow,  ; 

In  each  living  thing  doth  reign.  i 
There  from  falls  it  works  redemptions — 

Bears  unfolding  life  along  < 

Till  it,  ripening,  gives  expression  ; 

To  the  grandest  seraph-song.  1 

Then  it  sees  the  Father's  glory  j 

In  evolving  earth  and  sky  ; 
Sees  that  this  and  Mother's  beauty 

Are  forever — never  die.  ■ 
Well  may  angels,  all  around  us, 

To  the  dawn  devote  their  lays  ;  ' 

None  beholding  e'er,  ungrateful,  '; 

Can  withhold  responding  praise.  j 

Once  beheld,  the  opening  glory  ; 

Sends  its  beams  through  every  '•  woe,"  '•■ 
And  reveals  to  every  captive, 

Soul-releasing  power  in  flow  :  "; 

For  an  all-sufficient  saviour  ; 

Morning  shows,  whose  highest  throne  ' 

Is  the  human  heart,  forever  \ 

True  to  laws  which  are  its  own.  ' 

Response.  j 


180  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 


193    NATURE'S  TRIUMPHANT  LEAD.   8.  1. 

Everywhere  kind  Nature  leads  us; 

What  have  we  to  ask  beside  ? 
All  around,  and  here  within  us, 

Nature's  laws  our  footsteps  guide. 
What  tho',  in  our  childish  efforts, 

Pain  from  stumbles  oft  proceeds? 
Thus  her  law-within  is  gaining 

Light  for  equilibrium-needs. 

Everywhere  kind  Nature  leads  us — 

Well  embodied  here  in  man 
Are  her  laws,  in  germ-unfolding  ; 

Here  the  God  that  shapes  the  plan  : 
'Sins" — our  crude  mistakes — are  serving 

As  the  monitors,  to  teach, 
Till,  in  manliness  completed, 

Wisdom's  balance  we  shall  reach. 

Everywhere  kind  Nature  leads  us 

On  toward  life  of  manly  joy  : 
Tho'  disturbing  life-conditions 

Present  pleasures  may  alloy. 
Nature's  vital  force,  within  us, 

Struggles  till  the  "woe"  has  passed, 
And,  triumphant,  will  secure  us 

Harmony — a  heaven — at  last. 

Resp07ise. 


194    ONWARD,  UPWARD,  NATURE'S 

FREEMEN.  8.  7. 

Onward  !   Upward  !   Nature's  freemen  ; — 

Never  more,  in  meekness,  herd 
Where  old  dogma-mists  can  blind  you. 

Hiding  Nature's  written  word  ! 
In  the  deepening  light  of  morning 

Nature's  God  and  Law  appear. 


RESPONSES.  181  i 

J 

Clearly  seen,  their  smiling  features  ■ 

Banish  superstition-fear.  i 

Onward  !   scale  life's  mountain  regions,  ■ 

Where  the  fogs  all  disappear.  ' 


Onward  !  Upward  !  still  reflecting 

Liglit  upon  the  vales  below  ; 
Aiding  all  advancing  fellows 

To  repulse  the  threatening  foe ; 
In  the  opening  light,  surveying 

Error's  forces  'neath  your  feet, 
And  their  weakness  well  perceiving, 

Fearless  ye  their  shafts  can  meet ; 
Ye  will  see  their  breaking  forces, 

Panic-stricken,  soon  retreat. 

Onward  !  till  our  race  is  rescued    " 

From  old  superstition's  power; 
Till  its  darkened,  greedy  minions 

Timid  souls  no  more  devour: 
When  ye  boldly  push  the  conflict 

And  pursue  them  to  the  light, 
Error's  armies  must  surrender 

To  your  truth-supported  might ; 
And,  v/ith  you  their  forces  joining. 

Serve  the  cause  of  truth  and  right. 

Response. 


195  CALL  THEM  IN,  WHOE'ER  IS  NEEDY, 

8.  7. 

Call  them  in,  whoe'er  is  needy, 

To  the  bounty  freely  spread 
By  our  loving  Mother  Nature; 

Fully  here  may  all  be  fed  ; 
Call  them  in,  the  dogma-darkened, 

Tortured  by  the  sense  of  "sin  ;" 
Now  the  opening  light  of  morning 

They  are  craving  ; — call  them  in. 


IS'Z  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Call  them  in,  the  Jew  and  Gentile, 

All,  the  greatest  and  the  least. 
Bid  their  hungry,  famished  spirits 

Come  to  Nature's  gospel  feast ; 
Superstition's  victims,  groping 

With  their  soul-supplies  unseen, 
To  the  all-suffient  banquet 

Freely  bid  them  ; — call  them  in. 

Call  them  in,  the  "saints,"  "professors," 

Starving  on  their  "pious"  pride, 
While  our  God  and  Nature's  worship — 

Soul  religion — they  deride  ; 
Call  them  with  the  poor  and  wretched, 

Plundered  by  their  "pious"  "sin  ;" 
They  will  make  full  restitution 

When  enlightened  ; — call  them  in. 

Call  them  in,  the  drooping-hearted, 

Cowering  'neath  the  brand  of  "  shame," 
Which,  for  love's  divinest  worship, 

Creedlings  put  on  lovers'  name ; 
Let  all  victims  of  oppression. 

In  the  opening  light,  begin 
All  their  wants  to  fully  honor; — 

All  the  needy,  call  them  in. 

Response. 


196     LET    US    BASK    WITHIN    THE    SUN- 
BEAMS.    8.  7, 

Let  us  bask  within  the  sunbeams 

Of  our  nature's  opening  day. 
Grasp  the  countless  proffered  blessings 

Which  the  morning  gleams  display  : 
With  the  light  thus  flowing  o'er  us. 

We  may  gather  roses  sweet 
While  the  thorns  may  never  wound  us, 

Never  pierce  the  wandering  feet. 


RESPONSES.  183 

All  our  world  abounds  with  treasures, 

Freely  offered  for  our  use  ; 
All  her  many  dreaded  "evils" 

Come  from  blunders  and  abuse: 
Through  the  darkness  of  the  ages 

Of  old  superstition's  night, 
Her  best  joys  were  rarely  gathered  ; 

Oft,  abused,  were  made  to  blight. 

Human  energies  thus  working, 

Hindered,  struggling,  turned  to  greed  ; 
Love  fraternal,  hurt  by  blunders, 

Soured,  and  caused  the  race  to  bleed ; 
Greed  enslaved  to  gather  treasures  ; 

Loves  the  passions  fierce  became 
When  the  blinded  morals,  groping, 

Sought  to  curb  by  curse  and  blame. 

But  within  the  flowing  sunbeams 

Of  our  science-lighted  day 
We  may  pluck  the  blooming  roses 

While  thorns  we  turn  away. 
Let  us  bask  within  the  glories 

Of  our  nature's  morning  light ; 
Turn  to  blessings  all  the  "evils" 

Of  old  superstition's  night. 

Coiinterparting  Response. 


197  OUR   SECURITY. 

Glorious  things  by  thee  are  spoken. 

Nature,  consort  of  our  God  ! 
And  thy  word  can  ne'er  be  broken  ; 

Here  Ave  have  a  safe  abode : 
On  the  rock  eternal  founded. 

We  have  found  secure  repose ; 
With  thy  law  of  life  surrounded 

There  can  be  no  conquering  foes. 


184  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Ever  streams  of  living  waters,  ; 

Springing  from  eternal  love,  '^ 

Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters ;  ■J 

Full,  abundant,  ever  prove.  -j 
Who  can  faint  when  such  a  river 

Freely  all  his  thirsts  assuage?  I 

Grace  from  nature's  God,  the  giver,  ' 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age.  ■! 

Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

God  and  Nature's  laws  appear, 
Nerving  human  powers,  and  covering 

When  a  danger  passes  near. 
Reason's  light  upon  our  banner 

Is  defense  by  night  and  day  ; 
Works  for  us  in  perfect  manner;  ] 

Teaches  how  to  truly  pray.  ,i 

Responding  J^ersion.  ' 


198  LOVE  DIVINE.  8.  1. 

Love  Divine,  all  love  impelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  its  life's  renown, 
Evermore,  within  us  dwelling, 

All  our  lives  with  wisdom  crown  : 
Father,  Mother,  Vital  Spirit, 

Love's  unbounded  life  thou  art ! 
Let  us  more  thy  love  inherit ; 

Fill  to  fullness  every  heart. 

Let  thy  light,  so  well  beginning 

From  the  mists  to  set  us  free. 
Fully  save  from  fear  of  "  sinning" 

In  our  strife  for  liberty  : 
Let  it  show  that  only  blessings 

Thy  severest  judgments  prove  ; 
That  but  kindly  love-caressings 

Are  thy  powers,  below,  above. 

Let,  oh,  let  life's  richest  treasure 
Overflow  from  every  breast, 


RESPONSES.  185 

Filling  earth  with  heavenly  pleasure, 

Giving  souls  divinest  rest : 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver  ' 

Strife  and  darkness  then  will  flee, 
And  the  earth,  matured,  shall  ever 

Yield  the  fruits  of  harmony. 

Then,  in  ever-new  creation. 

Life  shall  flow  in  labor-prayer, 
And  our  souls,  complete  salvation 

Find  in  thine  abundant  care  : 
Then  in  real,  crowing  glory 

Man  shall  stand  ;  and  earth  shall  blaze, 
While  it  joins  with  heaven,  before  thee, 

In  all  nature's  concert-praise. 

Responding  Version. 


199  NATURE,  FOUNT  OF  EVERY  BLESS- 
ING. 8,  7. 

Nature,  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  bounties,  free,  unceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  earnest  praise : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

That  my  soul  may  rise  above 
Every  care  that  weighs  upon  it ; 

Joyous  in  thy  perfect  love. 

Then  I'll  raise  my  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
Knowing  that  each  needed  treasure 

Nature  strews  around  my  home. 
Nature  found  me  when  a  ranger. 

Plunged  in  superstition's  flood  ; 
Then  she  rescued  me  from  danger ; 

On  her  firm  foundation  stood. 

To  her  Morning  light  a  debtor 
Ever  I'm  constrained  to  be! 


18G  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

May  it  soon  break  every  fetter, 

And  from  superstition  free : 
Prone  to  wander,  oft,  I  feel  it. 

Prone  to  leave  the  lig^ht  I  love ; 
Fully  to  my  soul  reveal  it  ; 

Then  triumphant  it  will  prove. 

Responding  Version. 


200       MORNING  GOSPEL.       8,  7.     6  1. 

Now    the  truth-exploring  spirit 

Sees,  responding  to  its  need, 
Grace  divine,  which  all  inherit ; 

Fully  able  all  to  feed  ■ 
This  is  gospel,  Morning  gospel. 

Hungry  souls  supply  your  need  ! 

O  that  all  were  now  possessing 
All  the  fullness  Nature  gives  ! — 

Knew  that  this,  her  perfect  blessing, 
Every  open  hand  receives  ' 

Then  would  never  life-endeavor 
Lack  the  fullness  that  she  gives. 

Response. 


201     PARTING  FROM  A  SOCIAL  CIRCLE. 

8,  7      6  1 

As  we  part,  let  Nature's  blessing 

Give  us  perfect  joy  and  peace, 
Knowing  that  we  are  posessing 

All  her  loving  law  of  grace. 
This  refreshes,  well  refreshes, 

For  our  lives'  unfinished  race. 

Grasp  her  work  with  adoration 
For  her  gosjjel  truth  profound. 


RESPONSES  18' 

That  the  laws  of  our  salvation 

In  our  nature's  lives  abound  ; 
And  be  faithful,  ever  faithful 

To  the  truth  we  here  have  found. 

Thus  our  lives,  to  labor  given, 

In  our  mother  Nature's  way. 
May  create  on  earth  a  heaven, 

Where  no  sorrow  dims  the  day. 
Let  us  ever  well  endeavor 

Truth  to  give  its  perfect  sway. 

Responding  Version. 


202     NATURE'S  WORD  OF  PROMISE. 


All  my  darkening  doubts  have  vanished ! 

Nature's  voice  mine  ears  have  heard  ; 
There  I  read  life's  loving  promise — 

There  our  Mother's  sacred  word. 

Chorus. — Thus  I'm  trusting,  fully  trusting 
In  the  promise  I  have  heard  ; 
In  the  all-perfecting  power 

Which  our  Mother's  laws  afford. 

All  my  dread  of  "sin"  has  vanished! 
In  the  light  mine  eyes  perceive 
"  Sin  "  is  but  the  blundering  vigor 

Which,  when  wise,  will  all  retrieve, 

Cho. — Thus  I'm  trusting,  etc. 

All  my  chilling  fears  have  vanished  ! 

For  I  know  that  Nature's  power — 
All  her  laws — protecting  forces. 

Work  within  me  every  hour. 

Cho. — Thus  I'm  trusting,  etc. 

Joy  prevails,  the  sorrows  vanish, 
And  their  dwindling  shadows  fade  ; 


188  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING, 

For  the  God  within  is  master, 
Giving  every  needful  aid. 

Cho. — Thus  I'm  trusting,  etc. 

All  I  am,  with  darkness  vanished. 
Joins  with  the  creative  soul ; 

Nature's  laws  and  forming  spirit 
Will  eternally  control. 

Cho. — Thus  I'm  trusting,  etc. 

Response. 


203      LOOK,  O  BROTHERS!     8,7,4. 

Look,  O  brothers  '   Morning  greets  you  ! 

Lovingly  her  daybeams  fall  ! 
Free,  abounding,  and  unceasing, 
"  Open  wide  your  eyes  ' "  they  call  : 
Look,  O  brothers ! 

Then  will  dwindling  creeds  grow  small. 

Haste,  O  brothers,  toward  the  regions 

Of  the  clearer  opening  day  ! 
When  its  beaming  grace  flows  o'er  you 
Morbid  fears  will  pass  away  : 

Haste,  tho*  stumbling, 
You  must  stumble  while  you  stay. 

Response. 


204    MORNING  GOSPEL'S  MESSAGE. 

8,  7,  4.      Tunc — Greenville,  or  Nettleton. 

Anxious  souls,  now  hear  the  message 
Morning  brings  of  light  and  love  ; 

Every  sentence  offers  blessings  ; 

E'en  its  threatenings  teem  with  love  : 

Listen  to  it ! 
E'en  its  thrcateninjrs  teem  with  love: 


RESPONSES.  189 

Long  you've  hungered  for  a  gospel — 

News  of  gladness  to  the  soul ; 
Now  it  comes  in  Morning's  teachings, 

Scattering  mists  which  round  us  roll. 
O  how  cheering 

To  the  long-desponding  soul. 

Hear  it,  "Ail  your  'sins'  are  saviours;" 
Fearful  hearts  now  quell  your  fears  : 
"Tempted"  souls,  they  bring  you  succor — 
Pains  are  monitors,  to  cheer. 

Kindly  aiding 
To  instruct  and  give  you  cheer. 

"The  long -dreaded  'demon' — 'evil,* 
Is  an  angel,  ever  true, 
Which  our  God  makes  sole  conductor — 
Blunders  teach  and  help  yovi  through  ; — 

Hells  are  transient ; 
Blunders  teach  and  help  you  through. 

"Not  a  'miracle  of  mercy,' 

Contravening  Nature's  laws, 
But  your  nature  s  life  evolving. 

Wisdom  cures  your  folly-flaws;" 
Hear  the  gospel — 
"  Wisdom  cures  your  folly-flaws." 

Responding  Version. 


205  IT  IS  FINISHED. 

8,  7,  4.      Tune — Greenville,  or  Nettleton. 

It  is  finished — night  is  closing — 
Superstition-shades  withdraw  ; 
Frightful  dreams  of  "God  avenging," — 
"Death"    and  "hell,"  no  more  shall  awe 
It  is  finished ! 
All  from  this  may  comfort  draw. 


190  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Tune  your  harps  ye  sons  of  Morning! 

Tune  them  for  the  joyous  theme 
Of  a  God  through  nature  ruling, 
Now  beheld,  in  Morning's  gleam, 

Shedding  blessings 
In  an  all-suppylying  stream. 

Response. 


206      MORNING  GOSPEL'S  CALL. 

8,  V,  4.      Tune — Greenville,  or  Nettle  ton. 

Come  ye  superstition-victims, 
With  desponding  struggles  sore, 

Morning  light  is  flowing  round  you, 
Full  of  soul-illuming  power: 

Fully  able, 
Fully  willing ;  doubt  no  more. 


Every  needy  soul  is  welcome 

To  the  flowing  light-supplies  ;  • 

See  !  how  easy  the  condition —  -; 

Only  open  wide  your  eyes  :  , 

Then  enlightened,  j 

Free,  "redeemed,"  your  souls  shall  rise.  "1 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger  ; 

With  its  morbid  fitness-dream, 

Morning  gospel  but  requireth  i 

Want  receptive  to  its  beam  :  ] 

This,  within  you,  \ 

Works  as  aspiration's  gleam.  • 

Come  ye  weary  dogma-laden. 

Dreaming  of  a  hopeless  fall, 
Nature's  Morning  Gospel,  better, 

Offers  freely  joy  to  all, 

Through  its  righteous  1 

Law  of  light's  resistless  call  't 


RESPONSES.  191 

Agonizing  for  a  "pardon  " 

While  your  darkened  spirits  lie, 

Nature's  God  his  light  is  sending 
In  unfailing  joy-supply. 

This  will  finish 
Fear,  and  show  you  heaven  is  nigh. 

God  within  you  is  ascending — 

Aspiration  moves  your  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him  !  venture  wholly  ! 

Let  no  groundless  fear  intrude : 
This,  your  Saviour, 

Will  secure  all  needed  good. 

Men  and  angels,  now  in  concert, 
Join  to  praise  the  loving  name 
Of  our  nature's  God,  whose  justice 
To  his  child  imputes  no  blame  : 

Look  !  ye  fearful ; 
Look  !  and  ye  may  join  the  same. 

Responding  Version, 

Note — Omitting  the  last  two  lines  of  each  stanza^  we 
may  sing  with  the  above  this  chorus;  Tune — '■'■Turn 
to  the  Lord.'' 

Turn  to  the  light  and  find  salvation 
From  the  fears  that  rack  and  pain  ! 

Here  is  full,  complete  salvation  : 
Peace  and  joy  within  it  reign. 

Response. 


207  WORSHIP  IN  THE  MORNING  LIGHT. 

7. 

Nature's  God,  we  see  thee  now  ! — 
We  no  more  with  trembling  bow, 
For  we  know  our  fears  were  vain  ; 
That  no  suit  thou  wilt  disdain. 


192  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Nature's  God,  we  know  thee  friend ; 
Know  thy  blessings  never  end  ; 
And  thy  ever-flowing  grace 
Tunes  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

In  thine  own  true,  working  way 
We  would  ever  truly  pray  ; 
Thus  we  see,  where'er  we  go, 
Thou  thy  blessings  wilt  bestow. 

Every  view  thy  works  afford 
Gives  some  message  of  thy  word ; 
Aids  thy  lessons  to  impart, 
And  with  love  to  warm  the  heart. 

When  in  superstition-mist, 
Still  thy  life  did  us  assist — 
Every  impulse  did  impel 
'Gainst  life-hamperings  to  rebel. 

Freed  at  last,  we  know  thee  now, 
And  no  more  with  trembling  bow, 
For  we  know  our  fears  were  vain  ; 
That  no  suit  tliou  wilt  disdain.  1 

Responditig  Version. 


208     GROUNDS  FOR  PERSEVERANCE 


Now,  in  Morning  light,  we  sing 
Liberty  that  knows  no  king  ; 
Nature's  children,  we  can  praise 
All  her  glorious  works  and  ways. 

We  have  found  our  nature's  God 
Where  our  fathers  stumbling  trod; 
They  in  mists  were  struggling,  we 
Through  the  thinning  vapors  see. 

Thus  our  souls,  no  more  afraid. 
Find  no  foes  our  oath  invade — 


RESPONSES.  193 


"Demons"  of  the  mists  become 
Brothers  of  our  nature's  home. 

Fearless  then  we  forward  go, 
For  we  find,  above,  below, 
Nature's  laws  will  leader  be, 
And  we  follow  joyfully. 


Response. 


209      NATURE  OUTWORKS  RIGHTEOUS 

NESS.     7. 

Morning  comes?  the  waking  soul 
Finds  the  mists  before  him  roll ; 
Sees  that  God  and  Nature's  grace 
Works  in  all  for  righteousness  : 

Learns  there  is  no  "inbred  sin  ;" 
Hears  their  laws  command,  "Be  clean  ; " 
Sees  befoulments  all  remove. 
Cleansed  by  the  unfolding  love ; 

Sees  her  laws,  as  God  desires, 
Yield  whatever  man  requires; 
That  to  his  own  hands  they've  given 
Power  to  build  himself  a  heaven. 

Response 


210  COME,  MY  SOUL,  TO  PRAYER.  7. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Nature  always  answers  prayer, 
Real  prayer — the  earnest  play 
Of  our  powers  in  nature's  way. 

Nature,  more  than  priest  or  king, 
Full  supplies  to  all  can  bring; 
And,  her  flowing  grace  is  such, 
None  can  ask,  aright,  too  much. 


194  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

Then,  O  Nature,  I  begin  : 
Freedom  ask  from  sense  of  "  sin  ;" 
Power  to  see  our  nature's  right 
Thus  to  blunder  on  to  light. 

On  thy  loving  laws  I  call, 
Knowing  they  suffice  for  all, 
And,  within  their  free  control, 
"Serve  the  body  and  the  soul. 

Oh,  within  the  dawning  day, 
Teach  me  how  to  truly  pray 
Labor-prayer,  which  well  supplies 
Blessings  free  from  earth  and  skies ! 

Then  each  spring  of  life  shall  send 
Prayerand  praise,  whose  streams  shall  blend; 
Wisdom's  labor  all  shall  be, 
Which  co-operates  with  thee. 

Responding  Version, 


211  ROCK  OF  AGES.  T.     i 

Rock  of  ages — Law  Divine — 
Nature's  Law,  thy  strength  is  mine  ! 
Firmly  now  I  stand  on  thee  ; 
From  the  dogma-quicksands  free. 
While  old  superstition  raves, 
Dashing  round  her  fiercest  tvaves. 

Here,  within  the  dawning  day. 
Blinding  mists  all  melt  away  ; 
Superstition-fears  give  place 
To  the  faith  in  Nature's  grace ; 
"Sins"  I  see  mistakes  alone. 
For  which  Nature's  laws  atone. 

Nothing  more  of  strength  I  need. 
E'en  tho'  envy,  mammon,  greed, 


RESPONSES.  195 

Despot  forces  all  combine, 
Thinking  thee  to  undermine  ; 
Firm,  undaunted,  I  remain, 
Knowing  all  their  strength  is  vain. 

On,  at  duty's  every  call, 
I  Avill  move,  and  fear  no  fall, 
And,  tho'  yielding  up  my  breath, 
Triumph  o'er  illusive  "death;" 
Rock  of  ages — Law  Divine — 
Nature's  Law,  thy  strength  is  mine ! 

Responding  Version. 


212     MORNING   WARMS    OLD    DOGMA'S 
CHAMPIONS.     T.     6  1. 

Dogma's  champions,  you  relent ! — 
Mists  dissolve  in  daybeams'  flood. 

And  the  "  holy  zeal  "  is  rent 

Which  would  shed  the  "doubters"  blood: 

What  has  love  fraternal  done  ? 
O'er  your  creeds  a  victory  won  ! 

Now  your  brother-hand  would  feed 

Those  who  slight  your  God  and  "  praver  ; " 

Persecution,  to  succeed. 

Plays  deception  everywhere  ; 

And  the  despot-skill  supplies 
Victims  few  for  sacrifice. 

Your  old  "morals"  die  !  in  vain 

Would  your  souls  revere  their  Avord  ; 

The  old  "duties"  give  you  pain  ; 
Human  love  has  these  ignored  ; 

Thought,  befogged,  scarce  plays  its  part, 
But  a  daybeam  finds  your  heart. 

Give  it  room  !  oh,  give  it  play  ! 
It  Avill  Avarm  your  present  hours. 


196  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

And,  for  fuller  opening  day, 

Strengthen  all  your  manhood  powers ! 
Then,  from  false  ideals  free, 

God  in  darkest  souls  you'll  see. 

Response. 


213  BROTHERS,  TURN!  7. 

Brothers,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  try 
From  the  light  to- hide  the  eye? 
Brother,  light  is  seeking  thee — 
Seeking  all  from  fogs  to  free — 
To  release  from  morbid  fears, 
Superstition's  woes  and  tears  ; 
Why,  ye  blinded  brothers,  why 
Will  ye  to  avoid  it  try  ? 

Brothers,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  try  ? 

Nature's  God  is  asking  why  ; 

He  within  your  souls  desires 

New  supplies  to  vital  fires  ; — 

All  the  manhood-nature  craves 

Light,  which  from  soul-dwarfing  saA^es; 

Why,  ye  needy  brothers,  why 

Will  ye  to  avoid  it  try? 

Turn  !  oh,  turn  !  why  will  ye   try  ? 
All  your  wants  are  asking  why ; 
All  your  sorrows,  all  your  fears. 
All  your  hopes  of  manly  years ; — 
Reason's  morning  light,  in  flow. 
Nature's  God  would  make  you  know  ; 
Why,  ye  darkened  brothers,  why 
Will  ye  to  avoid  it  try? 

Response. 


214     NATURE,  MOTHER  OF  MY  SOUL. 

Nature,  Mother  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  on  thy  bosom  lie 


RESPONSES  197 

When  the  surging  Waters  roll, 
While  life's  tempest  rages  high : 

Guide  me,  glorious  Mother,  guide 
When  the  storms  are  sweeping  past; 

Then  from  duty  ne'er  I'll  hide, 
But  the  helm  control  at  last. 

Other  reffuge  have  I  none ; 

I  no  other  need  but  thee ; 
Let,  oh  let  thy  life  enthrone 

Manly  energy  in  me  ! 
All  the  help  my  nature  needs 

To  my  aid  thy  working  brings, 
Till  my  growing  soul  succeeds 

In  developing  its  wings. 

Plenteous  help  in  thee  is  found 

To  illumine  all  within. 
Showing  truth  and  love  abound, 

Freeing  from  the  dream  of  "sin." 
Shed,  oh  shed  it  over  all. 

Till  they  know  their  natures  pure, 
And  old  superstition's  thrall 

Shall  no  more  on  earth  endure  ! 

Responding  Version. 


215     LITAXV  CHANGED  TO  LIGHT.     7. 

Nature,  when  on  bended  knee 
We  were  bowing,  scorning  thee. 
When,  "repentant,"  to  the  skies 
Manhood  lifted  streaming  eyes  ; 
For  his  life's  divinest  flow 
Fearing  an  "avenging  foe," 
Nature's  life  thy  soul-supply 
Changed  to  light  our  litany. 

By  thy  law,  which,  through  all  years, 
Joy  evolves  from  griefs  and  fears, 


198  SONGS    OF    THK    .\I(JK.\1N(;. 

Making  every  brief  distress 
Help  from  folly's  wilderness  ; 
Making  dreaded  "tempter's"  power 
Give  us  victory  every  hour, 
Till  our  souls  are  lifted  high 
From  old  dogmas'  litany  : 

By  the  conflicts  with  despair 
Of  our  souls'  unconscious  prayer 
While  our  blindness  Ijeld,  in  scorn, 
Manhood's  life  "depraved,"  "forlorn," 
By  the  crosses,  thorns,  and  cries 
Of  the  manhood-sacrifice. 
Mists  are  driven  from  the  eye — 
Superstition's  litany. 

Every  suffering  creature's  groan 
Human  nature  makes  its  own  ; 
Love  fraternal  strikes  to  save  ; 
It  will  free  each  struggling  slave  ; 
Thus  our  nature's  loving  Lord 
Ever  will  his  aid  afford — 
Give  our  need's  unconscious  cry 
Light  instead  of  litany. 

Response. 


216    LOVE'S  DIVINE  LIFE  PREVAILS.    7. 

In  our  Morning's  dawning  light 

Prison  walls  we  mount  above. 
For  the  senses  opening  sight 

Sees  divine  the  life  of  love  : 
Powers  of  darkness,  crying  "stay," 

Hydra-persecutions  rear ; 
Dogma-cant  and  despot-sway 

Wake  no  overpowering  fear  : 

Outworn,  dying  moralisms 

Strike  no  "  reverential  dread  ; " 


RESPONSES.  199 

Churchly  power  desolves  in  "schisms," 

Manhood  rises  ;  lifts  its  head  : 
See  !  where  outer  thought  assents 

To  the  code  of  monkery, 
Intuition  this  resents, 

Strikes  to  make  their  natures  free. 

We  would  aid  the  opening  powers ; 

Helping  them  to  act  aright —  - 
Taming  wildness  which  devours. 

By  reflecting  morning  light ; 
We  can  join  no  darkening  bands, 

Who  would  hide  life's  forming-cause ; 
We  with  reverential  hands 

Touch  the  theme  and  teach  the  laws. 

Vain  we  know  the  childish  thought 

To  promote  morality, 
Any  real  virtue  sought, 

By  withholding  light  to  see  : 
Aspiration  bravely  strives 

While  her  efforts  bruises  yield  ; 
Even  then  her  virtue  thrives  ; 

And  at  last  it  wins  the  field  : 

Nature's  central  love  repressed, 

Finds,  as  vital  powers  increase, 
That,  as  passion  wild  expressed, 

Bursting  forth,  it  gives  release : 
Nature  struggles  till  she  gains 

Freedom's  equlibrium  flow; 
Thus  she  harmony  obtains — 

Thus  creates  a  heaven  below. 

Response  to  "Aloralistic  "  Persecutors. 


.    J, 


217    MORNING  MISSIONARY-HYMN.   7,  6. 

Through  all  our  highland  regions 
Where  daybeams  light  the  skies, 


200  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING.  "< 

Earth's  weary,  toiling  legions  -I 

Against  their  tyrants  rise,  J 

And,  struggling  to  resist  them,  .2 

As  light  flows  o'er  the  plains,  1 

Call  on  us  to  assist  them  '; 
In  striking  off  their  chains. 

What  tho'  with  plenty,  teeming, 

Our  beauteous  world  o'erflows, 
Greed,  w4th  its  legal  scheming,  ; 

Spreads  o'er  it  want  and  woes ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness  , 

Fond  Nature's  wealth  is  strown  ■ 

While,  robbed  and  kept  in  blindness, 

The  workman  has  no  home.  \ 

Shall  we,  who  know  how  blighting       .  -j 


Is  foul  monopoly. 
E'er  cease  to  aid  in  fighting 

To  set  the  people  free? 
Or  heed  the  cynics  ever 

Who,  as  "  reformers,"  seek 
To  slur  each  true  endeavor 

For  freedom's  cause  to  speak  ? 

No!  full  emancipation 

To  all  the  world  declare, 
Till  through  each  land  and  nation 

Its  echoes  fill  the  air; 
Till  every  honest  toiler 

His  rights  shall  fully  gain, 
And  the  would-be  despoiler 

Shall  ply  his  arts  in  vain. 

Respotise. 


218    ONE  TRUE  WORD  FOR  JESUS.    7,6. 

Now,  one  true  word  for  Jesus, 
No  cant  of  darkening  creeds. 


RESPONSES,  201 

A  word  of  recognition 
Of  his  true  life  and  deeds 

Chorus, — A  truthful  word  for  Jesus ; 
Proclaim  it  day  by  day 
To  all  the  souls  benighted, 
Who  now  his  cause  betray. 

His  doctrine — loving  justice 

To  all  our  human  kind — 
Preach  loudly  till  it  reaches 

The  pharisaic  mind. 

Cho. — A  truthful  word,  etc. 

With  manly  zeal  and  courage, 

His  gospel  Avell  proclaim. 
Till  despots  cease  oppressing 

Their  fellows  in  his  name. 

Cho. — A  truthful  word,  etc. 

Declare  it  our  first  duty 

To  break  the  cruel  bands 
Imposed  by  greed  and  priestlings 

On  human  hearts  and  hands. 

Cho. — A  triithftd  word,  etc. 

Indorse  the  words  of  Jesus, 

Which  fully  give  to  all 
Respect,  fraternal  honor. 

However  low  they  fall. 

Cho. — A  truthful  word,  etc. 

Take  up  the  cross  of  Jesus  ; 

Despise  reproach  and  "shame," 
Which  "  pious  "  error's  magnates 

Cast  on  you  in  his  name. 

Cho. — The  truthful  word  for  Jesus 
Speak  boldly  every  day, 
Till  error's  victims,  lighted. 
His  law  of  love  obey. 

Response. 


203  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

219     FEAR  AT  NATURE'S  GOSPEL  GATE. 

6. 

Before  the  open  gate 

Of  Nature's  gospel,  mild, 
With  trembling  I  did  wait, 

Kind  Nature's  fearful  child —  ^ 

Oppressed  with  creed-taught  fear  -^ 

Of  " penalties"  and  " sin,"  ; 

Her  voice  I  could  not  hear,  : 

Which  bade  me  enter  in. 

^ 

Within  the  misty  view,  '■ 

Our  nature's  God  appeared  l 

Distorted,  dark,  untrue, 
And  greatly  to  be  feared ; 

The  smiling  angels  seemed  ' 
"  Malignant  '  demon  '  foes," 

And  morbid  fancy  dreamed  ^ 
Of  "wrath"  and  "vengeful  woes." 

Awhile  my  spirit  stood  ] 

In  superstition-plight,  - 

Then  came  the  dawning  flood  ,- 

Of  nature's  Morning  light;  \ 

I  saw  the  "demon  wiles,"  J 

Which  seemed  the  "lures  to  'sin,'"  1 

Were  beckoning  angels'  smiles,  ' 

And,  fearless,  entered  in,  ' 

I  found  our  nature's  God,  j 

And  all  his  angel  bands,  i 

Instead  of  "vengeful  rods,"  i 

Extended  loving  hands.  ' 
Thus,  joying  in  their  love, 

My  soul  in  triumph  sings,  I 

And  to  the  world  would  prove  i 

The  truth  the  morning  brings.  j 


RESPONSES  ^Oo 

220         JOYING  IN  NATURE. 
6,  9.       Tune — Rapture. 

O  how  happy  are  they 

Who  kind  Nature  obey, 
And  have  learned  to  confide  in  her  love  ! 

O  what  tongue  can  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Which  her  laws  in  their  harmony  prove ! 

That  sweet  comfort  is  mine, 

For  the  favor  divine 
I  have  found  working  there  for  my  good  ; 

And,  content,  I  believe 

Every  "avoc"  'twill  retrieve, 
And  I  bathe  in  the  life-giving  flood ! 

'Tis  a  heaven  below 

Nature's  grace  thus  to  know. 
And  the  angels  can  do  nothing  more 

Than  its  fullness  to  meet. 

And  in  harmony  sweet 
The  great  Mother  of  All  to  adore. 

O  the  glorious  hight 

Of  the  perfect  delight 
Which  great  Nature's  clear  light  can  afford  ! 

Of  its  fullness  possessed. 

We  can  labor  with  zest, 
And  rejoice  in  the  aid  of  her  Lord. 

Nature  all  the  day  long 

Is  the  theme  of  my  song  ; 
O  that  all  her  clear  light  could  but  see  ! 

Then,  old  creeds  cast  aside, 

Perfect  faith  would  abide. 
And  the  natures  of  all  would  be  free. 

Responding  Version. 


304  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

221    THE  FREE  SOUL'S  ASPIRATIONS. 
6,  5, 

More  manliness  give  me — 

More  vigor  within — 
To  rise  above  suffering 

And  fancies  of  "  sin  ;" — 
Let  Reason — my  Saviour — 

His  light,  love,  and  care, 
Show  Nature  unfolding 

Full  answers  to  prayer. 

A  larger  faith  give  me 

To  trust  in  our  Lord — 
His  life,  law,  and  glory, 

In  Nature,  his  word  ; 
That  tears  and  vain  sorrows, 

And  all  morbid  grief, 
In  Nature's  revealings 

May  find  their  relief. 

Full  consciousness  give  me 

That  all  life  is  pure  ; 
That  ne'er  on  the  spirit 

A  stain  can  endure  ; 
Then  for  thy  great  "  kingdom  " 

More  fitted  I'll  be, 
And  find,  loving  Nature, 

A  heaven  with  thee. 

Response. 


222     THIS  WORLD  IS    NOT  ALL    FLEET- 
ING SHOW. 

This  world  is  not  all  fleeting  show. 

For  man's  illusion  given  : 
Who  feels  his  heart  with  love  aglow, 
Dispelling  fear,  begins  to  know 

The  true  delights  of  heaven. 


RESPONSES.  205 

Who  wakes  to  see  our  opening  day, 

With  feelings  calm  and  even 
Beholding  its  sublime  display 
Of  truth  and  beauty,  well  can  say, 

Earth  hath  the  light  of  heaven. 

Who  looks  with  open  eyes  and  mind, 
Whence  blinding  mists  are  driven 

And  goblin  fancies  cast  behind. 

With  joy  unspeakable  doth  find 
That  this,  our  earth,  is  heaven. 

Response. 


223      THE  VICTIM  OF  PLUNDER. 

Tune — Exile  of  Erin. 

There  woke  to  the  light   the  poor  victim  of  plun- 
der, 
And  lo !  from   his  features   soon   vanished  the 
chill 
With   which,   long  despairing,   he   had    struggled 
under 
The  "  laws  "  of  old  despots,  who  robbed  him  at 
will  : 
As  the  Day-Star  in  glory  now  rose  o'er  the  ocean, 

Its  rays  soon  attracted  his  eyes'  glad  devotion  ; 
And  then,  in  the  flow  of  new-kindled  emotion. 
He  sang  the  bold  anthem  of  justice  for  all. 

"Tho'  hard   is  my  lot,"  said  the  poor  Avandering 
stranger, 
*'  Despoiled  and  enslaved  from  the  day  of  my 
birth, 
I  shall  have  a  refuge  from  famine  and  danger — 
The  workman  shall  yet   have   a   home   on    the 
earth  ! 
Then  never  again  shall  his  soul  cringe  and  cower, 

And  bow  to  the  despot,  or  yield  to  his  power. 
But  in  peace  and  plenty  shall   spend  each   sweet 
hour. 
And  sing  in  full  freedom  of  justice  for  all. 


^OG  SONGS  OF    THE    MORNING. 

"Ah  !  long  have   I   dreamed   of  the   day  which  is 
nearing ; 
And  long  have  I  wondered  if  e"er  it  should  be  ; 
But,  lo  and  behold  !  now  its  dawn  is  appearing! — 

The  workmen  are  rising  in  true  majesty  : 
Hurrah  !  see  their  banners  now  proudly  float  o'er 
us ! 
See  !  in  wild  dismay  tyrants  shrink  from  before 
us, 
While  truth  in  her  might  now  aids  to  restore  us 
The  rights  of  the  people — true  justice  for  all." 

Response 


224     WORKMEN,  ROUSE. 

Tune — Brnce" s  Address. 

Workmen,  rouse  !  in  every  land, 
Ye  who  toil  with  head  or  hand. 
Sons  and  daughters,  take  your  stand 
If  you  would  be  free  ! 

Legal  "  robbers — men  of  prey. — 
Steal  your  heritage  away 
To  support  their  pomp  and  sway  ; 
This  is  slavery  ! 

Who  at  their  behest  would  toil — 
Never  once  attempt  to  foil 
Despots  who  their  homes  despoil, — 
Let  them  bow  the  knee  ! 

Who  would  battle  for  the  right. 
Who  for  equity  would  fight. 
Let  him  rise !  and,  with  his  might. 
Strike  Monopoly ! 

Tho'  in  rage  the  tyrant  raves, 
Swear  by  all  your  martyred  braves 
You  his  meek,  submissive  slaves 
Never  more  will  be  ! 


RESPONSES.  207 

Banish  plundering  "laws"  from  earth, 
And  enthrone  its  real  worth  ;* 
Give  to  every  child,  from  birth, 
Perfect  liberty  ! 

Response. 


225        RESCUE  THE  SUFFERING. 

Rescue  the  suffering, 

Seemingly  "perishing," 
Ever  assist  the  desponding  to  save  ; 

Light  give  the  erring  one, 

Lift  up  the  fallen. 
Teach  them  respect  for  the  natures  they  have. 

Chorus. — Rescue  the  suffering. 

Seemingly  "perishing," 
Tho'  you  from  Pharisees 
Censure  receive. 

Tho'  in  the  deepest  sloughs 

Hopelessly  sinking, 
Loaded  with  scorn,  disrespected  by  men. 

Give  them  a  brother's  hand. 

Lovingly  aid  them, 
Then  they  will  rise  into  manhood  again. 

Cho. — Rescue,  etc. 

Down  in  the  darkest  heart, 

'Neath  the  stained  surface. 
Treasures  lie  burried  that  love  can  restore  ; 

Touched  by  a  loving  hand, 

Wakened  by  kindness, 
Cords  nearly  broken  will  vibrate  once  more. 

Cho. — Rescue,  etc. 

Rescue  the  suffering ; 
Duty  demands  it  — 


208  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

Duty  to  self — to  the  life  of  the  soul  ; 

Love,  true  fraternal  love 

Linked  with  our  fellows, 
Ever  conducts  to  a  heavenly  goal. 

Cho. — Rescue,  etc. 

Response. 


226  THE  JOYOUS  TO-DAY. 

Tune — The  Sweet  By- And- By. 

Our  old  earth  is  as  fair  as  the  day, 
Could  we  see,  in  the  clear  open  light. 

The  divine  love  and  wisdom  display 
Of  our  God  in  his  up-building  might. 

Chorus. — In  the  joyous  to-day 

We  shall  see  when  the  fogs  are  no  more  ; 

In  the  joyous  to-day 
We  shall  see  when  the  fogs  are  no  more. 

We  shall  sing  when  the  fogs  are  no  more ; 

When  the  dark  lingering  mists  disappear ; 
We  shall  find  that  our  sorrows  are  o'er  ; 

We  shall  know  that  a  heaven  is  here. 

Cho. — In  the  joyous,  etc. 

Then,  our  earth  fully  ripened,  the  race 
Shall  no  more  go  to  war  and  destroy. 

But,  in  Nature's  developing-grace, 

Love  and  wisdom  their  powers  will  employ. 

Cho. — In  the  joyous,  etc. 

Then  old  "death"  shall  no  more  be  a  "foe," 
Who  shall  "  rack  us  with  harrowing  pain," 

But  shall  kindly  assistance  bestow 
Till  the  angelhood  crown  we  obtain. 

Cho. — In  the  joyous,  etc. 

Counterpartin^  Response. 


RESPONSES.  209 

227  TAKE  THE  FORT. 

Tune— Hold  the  Fort. 

Comrades,  see  !  the  gray  is  spreading 

O'er  the  Eastern  sky  I 
Morning  dawns,  the  fogs  are  breaking, 

Light  falls  on  the  eye  ! 

Chorus. — Take  the  fort  from  error's  forces ; 
Error's  armor  fails  ; 
Superstition  shrinks,  retiring. 
Morning  light  prevails! 

Waking  from  their  morbid  dreaming. 

Reason  leading  on, 
Human  souls  are  now  perceiving 

Error's  power  is  gone. 

Cho. — Take  the  fort,  etc. 

Nature's  banner,  see  !  'tis  streaming. 

And  her  bugle-call 
Soon  shall  waft  triumphant  music 

To  the  ears  of  all. 

Cho. — Take  the  fort,  etc 

Tho'  it  fiercely  ruled  for  ages. 

Superstition  dies  : 
More  and  more  the  light  is  falling 

On  the  open  eyes. 

Cho. — Take  the  fort,  etc. 

Response. 


228      LIGHT   COMES    FLOWING   ON. 
Tune — John  Brow7i. 

Awaking  manhood  rises  free  from  all  its  dreamy 

fear, 
With  senses  opened  freely  Nature's  truths  to  see 

and  hear. 


210  SONGS   OF    THE    MORNING. 

Withdrawing  all  its   reverence   from    the   creeds 
that  interfere 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Chorus. — Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
The  light  comes  flowing  on. 
And  tho'  the  priestly  forces  seek  lobar  the  coming 
day. 

And  on  our  morning  prophets  all  their  bigot-wrath 

display, 
Their  prison   walls  no   more   suffice  to   hide   the 
deepening  gray 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 

In  half-despai ring  efforts,  persecution  now  must  vail 
Itself  in  false  pretenses  when  the  truth  it  would 

assail ; 
Its  weakening  joints  are  showing  through  its  bor- 
rowed coat  of  mail 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 

We  spurn  its  coward  vengeance — we  will"  boldly 

take  our  stand 
Against  all  lawless  "legal"  acts  profaning  free- 
dom's land — 
To  manly  courage  branded  "crime"  we'll  give  the 
cheering  hand 
As  light  comes  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  glory,  etc. 

We  welcome  home  our  martyr  friends — the  heroes 

of  to-day — 
The   conquerors   that  tho'  in  chains   keep   bigot- 
foes  at  bay, 
And   help  us   raise  our  eyes  in  joy  to   meet  the 
grand  display 
Of  light  now  flowing  on. 

Cho. — Glory,  etc.  Response. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1  L.  M. 

To  nature's  God  let  praises  flow  ; 
He  dwells  with  man  on  earth  below  ; 
His  reign  is  love — no  monarch's  throne  ; 
His  life  in  earth  and  heaven  is  one. 

Res}.  jnsi 

2  C.  M. 

Let  God,  the  Father,  Mother,  Son, 

Be  everywhere  adored  : 
Their  life  in  earth  and  heaven  is  one — 

The  Human  and  its  Lord. 

Response. 


3  C.  M. 

To  Parent  Soul  and  Human  Child — 
The  God  whom  we  adore — 

We  give  the  homage  of  our  souls, 
And  shall  for  evermore. 

Response. 


4  C.  M. 

The  God  of  nature  be  adored, 

Whose  ever-forming  breath 
Speaks  in  her  Law-Eternal  word, 

Evolving  life  from  "death  :  " 
We  praise  the  p>ower  which  in  the  sun 

And  earth  is  all  divine — 
All  life,  the  high  and  low,  is  one, 

And  men's  with  angels'  join. 

Response. 


312  SONGS    OF    THE    MORNING. 

5  S.  M. 

Ye  angels,  long  unknown, 
Now  with  us  here  below, 

Your  loving  worship  is  our  own  ; 
Your  converse  now  we  know. 


6  H.  M. 

To  God  our  Father's  throne — 

The  human  heart — we  raise 
The  homage  of  each  son, 

In  lives  of  labor-praise  : 
Our  every  power  to  this  we  bring, 
And  heaven  responds  while  thus  we  sing. 

Response. 


7  8.  7. 

Praise  the  God  who  gives  salvation. 

Through  his  law  of  boundless  love 
Working  in  us  new  creation — 

Making  follies  teachers  prove — 
Teachers  giving  explanation 

When  our  impulse-life  would  rove  ; 
Law  Divine  !  our  adoration 

All  thy  workings  ever  move. 

Response. 


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